Ah, silence sure is golden all right! Here is is Friday after 5 PM and poor overworked Daddy Mac just took Sam out for an hour or so, and I’m here typing away in an Adirondack chair. I think he sensed it was either that or he’d be driving me to the loony bin before too much longer. This was far more convenient and required much less paperwork and no co-pay. Sam and I have been cooped up together for two whole daze (or is it days?), him with a “big, big cold” and me with some sort of flu thing with a God-awful cough. Excuse me — hack, hack! I’m not sure if it is THAT flu or not. Actually I hope it is so I am done and immune for the winter. One can only hope. Oink, oink!
So Sam ended up missing his third day of preschool, much to my chagrin. Needless to say, it definitely hurt me way, way more than it hurt him. Even that is quite an understatement. He was beyond thrilled to stay home and sack out, watching his “fossils” video from the library over and over and over. Every once in a while , he rotated in the “Pioneer Journeys Westward” DVD just to shake thing up a little. Ah, that’s an improvement — it brings me back to my childhood obsession with Laura Ingalls Wilder and “Little House on the Prairie.” Michael Landon was very first crush.
Anyway, moving right along, today he was feeling much better than yesterday for which I am thankful — to a point. If anything, I was feeling way worse, achy with no energy whatsoever, lethargic, and dealing with a non-stop headache. The combination of a hyper four-year-old who has been cooped up far too long with a croupy forty-something mommy is not one that I recommend. Of course, he was all a-chatter with nonsense, bouncing off the walls, and wanting us (me) to go to the attic and pull out all of the Halloween decorations even though it is only September 18. And the list goes on.
So back to the silence. It is so serene, so peaceful just sitting here listening to crickets chirp. Don’t you wish you could bottle it up like Evian? If only. When I was single, this scenario would have been awful, tragic, and downright embarrassing. What — no plans on Friday night? Sitting home ALONE? Say it isn’t so!
No one ever said life is predictable!
LibbY