The kids are in bed.
My husband is at work.
The bills are paid.
The dishes are done.
Now what do I do?
Being raised as an only child, I’ve really grown to appreciate alone time. But the past five years of my life have been spent constantly surrounded by a barrage of family noise. It’s pleasant noise, don’t get me wrong, but it can be deafening at times.
So tonight, during one of those few times I am completely alone, as creepy as it can feel, I am going to make an effort to appreciate silence.
I wonder how long it’ll take before the voice(s) in my head starts talking too loudly?