M left early this morning and it’s been absolutely quiet around here. Well, except for forgetting to turn off the alarm when I returned from running errands. Thankfully I heard it beeping and just the first horn blare before shutting it off and coming inside to tell the monitor that it was just me, forgetting to turn it off. No problem, no harm done. I’m actually pretty pleased this is a first for me in the few months we have had the system. It’s so unusual for me to come home to an empty house I completely forgot to turn it off.
Much as I love and adore my husband and spending time together, I also really enjoy these opportunities with the house completely to myself. My grander plans of reorganizing were chucked in favor of leisurely gabfests with gal pals, a thorough cleaning of our bedroom, a couple of loads of laundry, and cleaning up the kitchen. Basically nothing major that I could have successfully completely with M underfoot. But still, it’s nice. I like the quiet. I like the silence. I will be happy to see him when he returns late tonight or tomorrow, but for now I’m soaking up the silence and planning to fold laundry and watch television tonight. I have no idea what I’m having for dinner yet. Maybe a bowl of cheerios; I love cereal.