I have the house to myself.
My husband is at work for a few hours more.
My boys are at the neighbors playing. My big Blue pup was dropped off earlier this morning, to be boarded for a week or so, at a friendly canine hotel.
This silence is sorta divine.
Oh. I love being home alone.
Well, just me and the cat. =^.^=
Why is it, with a million things to do, all I want to do is nap?!
~ Janean
January 19, 2013
this is why I can’t unplug
walkin’ back into the kitchen
from boy wakin’
laundry foldin’
and dog wranglin’
I took one look out the deck doors and said with awe and wonder, “Look at the sky!”
then I grabbed my camera with phone and internet functions too
took a pic…well, actually two
and had to share with you
December 6, 2012
The oven timer beeped, “done” at 8:30a.m.
I asked my youngest son, as he was quietly sitting nearby, to tell his big brother, “The cinnamon rolls are ready, it’s time for him to save his game, power down and come upstairs to eat.”
Next thing I knew the basement door was flung open, and that littlest boy used a great big voice to shout, “Get your butt up here! Breakfast is ready!”
I gotta admit, his big brother listened and I laughed aloud in reply.
I was still chuckling and smiling as I handed ‘em each a plateful of iced, cinnamon goodness, baked from a refrigerated Pillsbury tube.
Good morning.
May your day be A Good One.
I’m smiling here, still charmed by my youngest son’s cut to the chase translation.
~ Janean
November 4, 2012
my day ended much the same way it began
walking my dog beneath a dark, yet starlit sky
I woke too soon this morning
4-something instead of 5-ish
I tried to go back to sleep
by 4:45am I’d given up
and murmured to my husband, “My brain’s awake.”
as I rolled out of bed
he wryly replied, “I don’t think it ever shuts down.”
perhaps not
there are those crazy dreams sometimes
the ones I remember in a vague, bizarre way
the day itself was a good one
drove my boys to school
and I went in with ‘em
spent the morning there
sittin’ in a 5th grade classroom
mounting Art Club art on colored paper
writing out title cards for each piece
then usin’ my three step stool
to hang this mini art show in the hall
in time for Grandparent’s Day on Thursday
home around 11 to walk Blue again
made a phone call, texted with a friend
ate some soup for lunch
napped
a luxury
set my phone alarm so I’d be up in time
to walk the dog again before school let out
picked up my children
fed my parent’s cats
home again
early supper
not a fancy one
make up soccer game at 5:30
for the one we didn’t play in the rain
the sunset was spectacular
my son’s team won the game too
home for the night this time
Blue and I went ‘round the block again
evening spent in the kitchen
dishes, bills, papers
then that last starlit walk
last one ‘til early mornin’ anyway
bedtime
everyone else is tucked in
my turn…now
‘night
Zzzzzzzzzzzz
October 16, 2012
Our doorbell rings.
(sitting on couch) My youngest son says, “Who is it?”
(standing behind couch) I reply, “I don’t know. I don’t have x-ray vision.”
I could of guessed right though. I walked down the not too long hallway to answer the front door. It’s a neighbor boy, the 6th grade one, wondering if my boys can play. Yes. Yes, they can. Come on in and join the fun. Just leave your shoes on. Go quickly. I have ahold of Blue. Next thing I knew they were switching houses, from ours to his. My house is quiet, for just a little bit. For this I am admittedly thankful. Saturday just keeps getting better. ~ Janean
P.S. I spoke too soon. Let the wild woofing commence. Blue’s at his backyard facing window, and this is how he says, “SQUIRREL!!!!” *sigh* Quiet was nice while it lasted. All 2.3 seconds of it.
October 13, 2012
The soccer sidelines were soggy today.
Cold temps.
Gray sky above.
It began as random sprinkles.
That turned to pouring rain.
Lightening was spotted.
Games for the day all canceled.
Boys and I headed home.
Thunder is rumbling.
Lightening is crackling.
Rain continues to fall.
Last soccer games of the season.
Rained out.
October 13, 2012
I hear birdsong from the front yard
and rain sounds from the back
the quiet whir of the ceiling fan above
with a napping dog on the floor
the silver keys are tapping
beneath my flying fingertips
I’m still in pajamas
even though it’s well past lunch
ah, yes, my favorite kind of day
breathe in
breathe out
just drinking in
the sounds of a quiet house
for the children
are with their Papa
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