From The Hawk and The Dove: "Mother waved goodbye to them from the door, then disappeared into the kitchen and returned five minutes later bearing a tray with two thick slices of fruit cake, a cup of coffee for herself, and some lemon and honey for me. She put another log on the fire and curled up in her armchair with her coffee cupped in her hands, looking into the flames. 'Peace,' she said happily. 'Oh this is nice. It's nice when you feel peaceful inside, and you can curl up by the fire in a peaceful house. Too much racket in the house and it frays you at the edges a bit; but if you lose the peace on the inside of you, you could be in the quietest place on earth and your nerves would still jangle.'"
My mom took the girls to her house last week (3 hours away), and then we swapped them out for the boys this week. It's been a lot more quiet around here with only half the crew. In fact, a lot of things change with half of the kids gone.....I don't run the dishwasher as often, there is less trash, there is less fighting amongst siblings, there is less food to prepare at each meal, there is less mess in general. Concerning the mess, however, I must say that dividing the kids up has revealed to me the culprits of the Biggest Mess Makers......It's....the girls!!
One thing I've discovered about myself with a little more time on my hands is that I don't know how to do Nothing well. I'm just not used to it. I tried to remember what it was like when I had 3 little boys years ago and what I did with my time. But my memories are of a frenzied mother overwhelmed with 3 boys ages 3 and under. I suppose I freaked out in my spare time back then. Now, it seems, I sleep in my spare time.
Oh, there's always dusting, which in my opinion is a waste of time. I mean, you just stir the stuff up and it lands somewhere else for a few days, right? I did manage to mop and wish I had taken a picture so I could have looked at it 1/2 hour later to remember it by. Once again, futile.
After I painted my toenails, which hasn't happened in years, I got really restless. Mop - check. Laundry - check. Grocery shop - check. Paint toenails - check.
I think I should make a list for such future occasions when I find myself with Nothing To Do. I can already foresee my troubles when all the kids leave home someday. I'll probably have to get a job as a Wal-Mart greeter just to pass the time. By then, all my collegiate learning will have long been forgotten by my brain.