Quiet

I did something I rarely get to do, and that's to take a little after dinner nap.

I don't know what was in the cards tonight, but it all went relatively smoothly tonight if you consider what happened yesterday being the baseline.

I came home and it was a little crazy as BW was making dinner and somebody spilled water, and the dishwasher needed emptying so I could put the dirty dishes from this morning into it. At the same time, somebody wanted me to play with them but I had chores to do and also dinner would be on the table soon. Also, there was a spill that had to get cleaned up. Just give me a minute, please!

But once dinner happened, it slowed down to a dull roar. BW stated that she's done with all of us and she went to shower. I cleaned up the dinner dishes and promised to play "store" (my favorite 🙄) . But it took so long for me to clean up the dinner dishes that she forgot about me and started to play by herself, so that's a good thing in my book. It's awesome when she gets in the "zone"

She them actually obeyed me and took off her shoes and with a bit of prodding picked them up and put them away. She wanted me to do it but I held steady and she did it on her own. She's her father's daughter - if she can get somebody else to do it, then hey, why not?

While she went upstairs to put on her PJ's, BW came down and started her needlepoint project and then it dawned on me: both of the ladies in my life are occupied otherwise.

I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't dreaming, but nope. The house was relatively quiet. I could take a nap!

So, I did. I reclined in the chair and hoped for the silence to continue.

Of course, the nap was only for about 15 minutes tops before I got found, but it was enough to allow me to write this post and not have it feel like my eyes are going to fall out of my head.

I dare say that after the few weeks of floods and construction and other problems we have had, that for a moment I thought I was living inside a hallmark card. The gentle pock pock pock sound of the needlepointing and the music on low enough that I could actually hear it and doze off to it.

Simply put, it was great. Blissful, even.

Then, just like that it was over. I was wakened by my 3-foot offspring and jolted back to reality where I had to herd teeth brushing and read stories about short haired cats because that's the book she bought home from the library today.

I thought I had her in bed and I was home free, but then she came out and was getting a drink in the bathroom which resulted in a wet shirt, so a change was needed and then she wanted to make a change room with all her squishmallows and I said that would have to wait until tomorrow.

She reluctantly crawled into bed, and I haven't heard from her since in the time it's taken me to write this, so I think we've done it for one more night.

Keeping it Quiet,

TH and Co.