Kittens nibbling on dry food. A fan spinning. Me typing. The only sounds I hear in my house right now. It is quiet in this house. Too quiet.
I am not accustomed to this lack of sound. I am usually daydreaming about what it is like, while washing dishes or cooking, or attempting to ignore bickering children over a too loud t.v.
It seems peaceful enough. But not sure how much I like it. I have ( scattered and disconnected) lists and ideas in my brain of what life will be like someday when the kids are grown and gone…Complete silence filling the void of giggles/crying/fighting/singing, and messes to be cleaned up (toys, snacks on the carpet or sofa or pans needing to be scrubbed-and mountains of laundry to fold everyday) replaced with…well, I am not so sure.
I guess with all this quiet, I am afraid that I might not really have anything…
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