Thursday, June 26, 2008

Enjoying the silence

hmph, the really eloquent post I had typed got eaten...damn cyberelves.

I sit here, in silence, except for the appliances, my typing, my Howard Miller chiming every 15 minutes and the neighbor's dog barking at God-knows-what that she sees through the fence. Yes, my people are sleeping late. Yes it screws with the circadian rhythms. But my house is a cacophony of noise and activity at any given point. I just want the quiet, and I don't want to have to vacate my premesis to get it. I need my "me" time. I don't do bubble baths, alcohol is reserved for evenings (unless of course it's just *one of those days*), and a girls night out/in just can't be coordinated with everyone I want to be around for a girls anything. One friend is traveling for work, so when she gets home she is going to want to see her husband and kids...not her kid-in-big-girl-pants friend that I am. Plus it is enormously helpful if she is actually I dunno..... AVAILABLE ... to participate. The other one's got a Fat Cranky Buzzard that tries to keep her locked in the tower (I'm convinced that he thinks she has a treasure somewhere and he's hellbent on finding it before she gets to it). Plus she has this side issue of having been hit by a DUMP TRUCK that puts a hamper on some things. She can only do so much for so long. There are others that have too much going on as well. So even if I did declare a gathering to occur...I'd likely be sitting by myself, and probably Persnickety would be there because she found a way to fend off her FCB long enough to run for the door. That and she loves me like that...cuz I'm her token skinny wench. So for now, I enjoy the quiet in my house while I can keep it, because one by one, the noisy people in my house will emerge from their beds refreshed and ready to raise hell in some way or another. And my quiet will once again be a pipe dream for the rest of the day. Now if you'll pardon me, my coffee is getting cold and it certainly does taste much better just a mere couple minutes from being poured, as that is the absolute optimal temperature for pleasurable sipping...in the quiet of course.

2 comments:

Jennifer F. said...

I just want the quiet, and I don't want to have to vacate my premesis to get it. I need my "me" time. I don't do bubble baths, alcohol is reserved for evenings (unless of course it's just *one of those days*), and a girls night out/in just can't be coordinated with everyone I want to be around for a girls anything.

Wow, I could have written every word of that.

Just stumbled across your blog, glad to have found it!

Persnickety Ticker said...

Let's go WENCH! You want a girls thing, you name the time and place. I will hunt down and tranq. a babysitter iff'n I have to! Plus...I now have the added bonus of extra meds and a shiny new van to haul everyone in! Plan something...I'll even host it if I have to. We could have a bead party...or a yarn swap...or better yet...yarn poker. I'll see you a skein of RedHeart and raise you a skein of BabySoft.

Now you have me all excited and in escape plan mode...teeheehee!