Our house is not that peaceful. Well, that’s not true – it’s peaceful… but quiet? That’s another story.
1 small home + zero carpet + 1 six-yr.old & 1 two- yr.old – good insulation = l o u d , most of the time.
A few weeks ago i tried to nap my sickies away only to awake 10 minutes later to my son singing Daughtry like he was auditioning for AI, “and then I crashed into you, like a runaway train…“, followed by angel pulling a heavy peice of decor down onto her shoulder and scream-crying. I’m just grabbing all pillows and covering my head with them. Oh, to get out of the house…by myself. I love that! I need that. Another day, I had the opp & I grabed it. Do you know what I did? Drove to Walgreens, parked the car and… didn’t go in. I was so exhausted from the day, that instead of shopping, it was more appealing to me to turn the car off, put the seat all the way down, grab angel’s soft little blankie from the backseat (& wrap it around my head and eyes like a turban), and go to sleep. I actually slept there, in the parking lot. Woke up feelin’ good too…good enough to trot on in to take advantage of some screaming make up deals. This is me with a thought bubble: “What are you starin’ at? Yeah, that was me in the white ScionXB; can’t a momma get some sleep!?!?”
It wasn’t a king size tempur pedic, but it was comfortable.
It wasn’t private, but it was dark.
It wasn’t home, but it was quiet…
…and some days, that’s all I need.