Yes, the boys are at school. The laundry is in the washer. The box with teh Christmas tree- the first Chirstmas box- just went up to the attic. The house is... quiet.
Very. Very. Quiet.
No wonder my mom always has the tv going. She probably got so used to us kids running through the house, that the quiet seemed empty.
Now, don't get me wrong. I like quiet. I don't watch a lot of TV on my own, or play lots of music. I like quiet. The soft hum of the washing machine. The whirr of the sonic humidifier. The chirrup of the cat wanting an extra meal. But it is so different than having the boys here.
Hmmm... maybe I'll put on the dvd I made of the boys' fall adventures and get back to cleaning...