Yesterday, for the first time since before Elizabeth was born 15.5 months ago, I had the entire house to myself for an afternoon - no kids, no husband. B and Ella were off in Houston for a climbing comp (Ella placed third in her division and qualified for nationals; she's headed to Virginia next month to compete.), and the little three were off with my mother-in-law for a few hours.
I made sure to do all my cleaning and dusting and such before the little kids left so that I wouldn't sit alone in the house and feel compelled to clean. Instead, I took a nap for a an hour or so, waking up in a panic at the quiet in the house. It took me a few moments to remember where everyone was. After my nap, I went to see "Young Victoria" with Wendi Aarons and another friend (one who's not a blogger - who knew such people existed?). I highly recommend the movie; it's well-acted and beautiful. And it was so nice to come out of a movie without a migraine caused by loud noises and explosions and chase scenes.
When I got home from the movie, I still had an hour before the kids arrived, so I watched trash TV (what is wrong with me that I watch Jersey Shore?) and knit.
It was divine.
Of course, today the house is back to its usual level of noise and chaos, and I found myself feeling resentful at the mess the kids had made of my previously spotless home. It's not that they were trying to be messy; they were just playing as usual, but there was still a mess of blocks and puzzle pieces strewn across the living room.
Who knows when I'll have such piece and quiet again. I hope it's not another year and a half.