Do you hear that?
It's the sound of nothing. There is nothing happening in my home. It's quiet except for the sound of my breathing, the hum of the dryer and the wisps of air slipping through the leaves that are hanging on the trees outside.
It's very strange.
The toddler is visiting his Grandma Puppy (he named her that for some reason), his Aunt Jill and Grandma Jean this weekend. Thus, my house is filled with silence, and I'm debating about what I should do with myself because I've already spent three hours at the business, read my Bible study for the day, taken Swamp Dog for a walk, done the dishes, finished the laundry and stared at Facebook. So, um, what's left? What do I do? Tonight the hubby and I have grand plans to sign the rest of the paper work for the business and go to dinner, but like, what should I do between the hours of 7 a.m. and 8 p.m. tomorrow?
What did I do before I had the toddler? Life seems so leisurely without him. And a little void of fun, excitement and entertainment. Yes, it's a little boring. Surely, I could get lots of stuff done at our business, but that's not nearly as fun as taking him on walks to the park and going on mommy and toddler dates to the coffee shop or spray park.
And this silence is driving me nuts. Maybe this is why I used to listen to punk rock? Time to bust out the old CDs? I haven't had the chance to listen to some of my old favorites in quite awhile, and most of the songs used to make me burst out into lyric and send my heart dancing. But nothing makes my heart soar like the words "I snuggle mommy" or "Thank you mommy; love you." Silence is only golden for a few hours; then I want to hear my toddler's sweet songs.
This mommy love thing is just amazing.