Hubby took 8 of the children to work with him today, leaving behind just 1 momma and 1 baby. Well, if you count the dog there’s another momma and 8 more babies, but this is about me. I’ll tell you about them another time.
We stood at the door and waved as the van left, and the house has been quiet ever since. Well, wait. Quiet might not be the best choice of words. Bethany has spent a good part of the day standing at the door bellowing for her sisters and brother. But the house has been still. I even turned off most of the fans to amplify this glorious sensation. ahhh. I hear the clock ticking in the kitchen. A cicada outside, far away. Chickens scratching in the woods behind the house. The smack-smack of little feet creeping up behind me to beg for another bite of my lunch.
You might be wondering what was going through my sweet husband’s mind when he decided to take 8 little helpers to work with him. So was I, but the old adage about looking a gift horse in the mouth came to mind. I’m just proud to have a hubby who thinks it’s fun. Yes, he changes diapers too. Don’t hate me.
Of course I enjoy the company of my family and I miss them when they’re gone. But I also enjoy a quiet house which looks exactly like it did 7 hours ago, even though I haven’t lifted a finger to clean it. I’m also enjoying a bit of cookie dough I found in the freezer. It’s amazing how far a little bit goes when you only divide it 2 ways instead of 10. [evil laugh]
I’m off to take a nap with the wee one. In the meantime, who can tell me where the title of this post came from? Sure, it may be a common phrase, but where did I learn it?