I love a quiet house. The kids are all tucked in bed. Matt is sleeping with the radio playing softly. The lamp on my nightstand is calling me to bed. I have been picking up toys, and many scraps of paper (Emilie loves to cut paper into tiny, little, minuscule...well you get the picture...pieces.), putting dishes in the dishwasher. No heavy cleaning going on but just enough that when I wake up in the morning I will be glad I stayed up. Matt doesn't understand why I have begun to enjoy staying up late. I try to explain to how I love the quiet, the stillness but I don't think it is in him to get it. I think that, as a mom, I crave it so much that when I get a chance at it...I can't pass it up.
Well, I am off to bed....after I sweep under the kitchen table...good-night.
3 days ago