Whooo-hooooo!!! Do you know what this means??
Of course you don't. You don't live here. It means complete and total silence (except for the yappy dogs next door).
The T.V. isn't on. Music isn't playing. Boys aren't talking at FULL volume.
Total silence....except for the crickets chirping and the sound of me typing.
Do you know how rare this is for me? Hubby gets it often.
He gets it when I take Man-Child out because he wants to go shopping (now that he's actually become semi-fashion conscious) or when he just wants to get out of the house (hmmm, probably gets this from me) or when I take Man-Child away for a quick just me-and-him vacation (which I try to do at least once a year, before he reaches the point that he totally doesn't want to be seen with me anywhere - which is around the corner, I fear).
I've really only had the house to myself once. EVER. And that's because I had an ABSOLUTE, TOTAL meltdown FIT in order to get it. Hubby was seriously worked up over it too - I'm sure because he thought
I didn't want to spend time with his daughter - which was so not true. It was because I NEVER get any alone time at the house.
Yes, I get it when I go out to "run errands" on the weekends; occasionally. But that's just it; I have to leave my home in order to get it.
Sometimes, I want to be home. ALONE.
Is that so hard to comprehend?
No, I didn't think so.
So tonight M-C is at a football game (go team!); hubby got bored (rather quickly, I might add) being home (and not being able to fall asleep on the couch) and went out to see what was out there at Home Depot before heading to the game and so here I am. All alone. In a quiet house. ::sigh::
Hmmm....what was that noise??
Oh darn!! They are home already! :-)