My three boys are blessed with two sets of grandparents who love them immeasurably. Not many kiddos have that anymore. I can't begin to say how much my boys bring joy into my world, how much I love them, or how exhausting raising them can be.
This week, they're spending a whole week with their grandparents in St. Louis. One whole week. No boys. No pinging off the wall. No bickering. No belly laughing until your sides hurt. No goodnight hugs. One whole week.
I've decided that by the end of the week, I'll either rule the world or completely lose my mind. Usually, I chronicle my life with my crazy kiddos in "Conversations with Boys." This week, it'll be "Conversations Without Boys."
Say a prayer for me.
The silence is what gets me. I can hear the fan whirring behind me. There are these weird words bumping around my brain... I'm pretty sure they're thoughts, but I haven't heard those in so long I've forgotten what they sound like.
By lunchtime, I'd tended the animals, eaten breakfast AND lunch, caught up on my to-do list for Vox Dei, and actually remembered my noon meeting. Like, even before the calendar told me about it.
After my meetings, I decided to deep clean the bathroom, top to bottom. Literally top to bottom. The ceiling and floors have never looked so good, although there is a very irritated spider now.
I've discovered that the laundry hamper actually has a bottom and the sink isn't a myth. It does exist under the never-ending stream of dishes.
At first I told myself Holly puppy was looking thoughtful at my stream of conversation. Now I'm beginning to think that's a look more questioning my sanity. Charlie-Bear is looking pretty long suffering. Maybe I'll go talk to the goats for a while.
If you noticed a new look to the website, that's courtesy of the quiet house, too. And not having to compete with the boys for internet bandwidth. (Yes, Blake, that does mean you.)
Tomorrow, I'll finish the horse shed and deep clean their rooms. I'm not sure who should be more afraid about that one: me or them.
As of now, it's a tossup as to what will win this week: world conquering or insanity.
Rolling hills that had been vibrant green just weeks ago were now muted in tone, as if they were taking a deep breath before bursting into the song of fall.