It’s 12:30am and I’m up. It’s amazing. I’m not usually up at this hour. I just finished some work that needed to be done by the morning and I felt inspired to write.
It’s so quiet in the house. My husband is snoozing away. My 6 month old son is sleeping like, well, a baby. Even the cat has found her place and tucked herself in.
I almost feel like a kid in a candy store. It’s not that I don’t have time during the day when my son is napping to do things. I do. It’s just that during the day, even when it’s quiet, there seems to be the feeling of needing to do many different things. I guess I feel my attention is pulled in so many directions in the daylight.
Right now, I feel focused (but admittedly exhausted). Ready to snuggle in with my family yet enjoying the solitude for a moment.
I wouldn’t want to live like this all the time. I like the hustle and bustle of my life. I love to hear the giggling sounds of my boy when he’s discovered something new ( I love all his sounds!). I love having conversations with my husband and looking at his handsome face. I love to hear the meow of my cat when she’s wants another scoop of dry. But right now, I love the quiet.
Ok, I’m really tired now. Time to follow suite with the rest of the family and head to bed.
This has been nice.