Today’s entry of trivial problems I have #217: the peace and quiet time I get once the kids go to their dad’s house.
Of course I miss my babies, of course I want them all to myself, but I know they are having fun with their dad who adores them and takes very good care of them.
Normally I pack the night with plans, whether it’s dinner with friends, seeing a movie, cleaning out the dreaded closet under the stairs, purging old toys that are only loved after a threat of donation, home hair dye jobs, blackhead hunting and eyebrow tweezing, the wild and exciting list goes on.
Tonight, however, I have no plans. The house is a wreck, I should be doing laundry… nope. There are dishes in the sink, I should unload the dishwasher… nope. The bathrooms are actually clean but let’s be honest, a six year old boy lives here so there’s always a little yellow to clean up… nope.
At a time when I would be rushing to make
dinner, feed children, clean dinner, clean children, read stories, just trying to make it to that first second of laying down at the end of a long day on cool sheets… here I sit with no babies, no tv, no radio, no dogs barking, just quiet.
I never realized how loud the ice maker is.
Outrageously Ordinary 