If you like this post, subscribe to my RSS feed via reader or via email, or follow me on Twitter for daily updates.
If you read my blog regularly, you know I’m a very hands-on person. I love doing everything myself (except washing and cleaning, of course
). Heck, I’d grow my own pasta and bacon if I could!
So like I said, I cut my own hair sometimes and I cut my kids’ hair when they were little. Just the basic cuts because I’m not a trained hairstylist and have never attended any hair schools in Wichita or anything.
So now that my kids are older and want different styles, I have no choice but to take them to the salon and let the trained professionals do their thing. If I could learn how to style, I would too
!
So here I sit, Steev’s gone to class and the thing that strikes me is this certain what do you call it… quiet. A quiet that I’m so unaccustomed to.

On any regular day back home, I’d be dashing in and out the door every other hour, picking up one teen, dropping off the other, and my car would be so full of tales from school and college and plans for the weekend that I can’t even hear myself think!
So let’s face it, there aren’t many any days like this when I’d be home with no alarms going off relentlessly on my cell phone and computer (sometimes on both at the same time), no place to go, nothing to do except sip my tea and watch the minutes tick by till Steev walks in the door.
Yeah, so this feels weird, you know. Usually I’d be cooking up a storm, a huge pot of something or other! But here, who am I going to cook for here?!! Hmm, so I end up munching on the simplest meals you can imagine and I have all day to get through my lunch.
Guess what? Forget the mommy time sans kids. I’ll have the noisy banter, kitchen clanking, loud music and traffic madness any time. That is so much more fun. This quiet is a little too much for me!