When the girls were little, and our lab was a puppy, there was rarely a quiet moment. They were either imagining out loud, bickering even louder, talking to me, whining at me, playing with the dog, listening to music/movies, etc.
Much of the sounds were good sounds, especially when they were world building together. But during awake time, there were always sounds and voices and noise. There were times that I used to wish for a day, or even two days, to have the house to myself. I would imagine all of the items I could check off the “to do” list, the books I could read, the naps I could take, and so on. I did get a few hours of quiet every so often, and it was nice, but usually only long enough to work on the list and not read the books or take the naps.
Life is different now. I thought, in this second year of empty nest, that I would be getting used to the quiet. When the hubby is around, he is always singing, and that helps…until it doesn’t and I need to cry “uncle.” Fargo barks at me to play with him…which is loud, but not even close to being the same noise. It’s still just quiet.
In hindsight, I would have stopped to appreciate the voices and the activity a little more. I would have tried to remember it a little better, as much of it is blurred from being in a constant state of exhaustion. “The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence” definitely applies. What I have now, I wished for then, and what I wish for now, is a little more of what I had back then.
We’ll all be together for a few days soon. I am so excited and so looking forward to our time. I wouldn’t complain if time could slow down, just a little, so I can repeatedly squeeze them to pieces.