I love being up late at night. Alone. And having teens I have to stay up WAY PAST most of y’all to do that. And. I’m. Talking. Late. It’s the only time I can truly hear the sounds in the house. When there aren’t people talking, TV’s blaring, UPS men making the dogs bark just by driving in the next cul-de-sac. Kids sneaking through the yard and banging soccer balls into the house. OY
Nice night sounds….
The dog crunching the last nuggets of dog food.
The heater rumbling.
Wind chimes outside that probably should be inside because it’s winter *smacks head*.
Every rotation of the fan-that-is-mo-ving-in-the-kit-chen.
The sound of air flowing though the house my ears, just moving. The buzz of the computer. The tires squealing on the road probably miles away…sheesh it’s so quiet you can even hear your nose whistle. And it’s like every little sound you hear you try to digest, analyze, sequence.
It’s a reminder that your life is calm, serene, passive. You don’t live a perfect life, but it’s good. It’s doable. And most of the time it makes you smile. You get all cozyfuzzysleepy and you think every moment should be like this. And sometimes it’s hard to remember that you ever have bad nights.
You know, it’s like labor…if you always thought about how hard it was and painful, you’d only do it once….
And when you reflect on your life it’s with happiness. Not the rushed feeling of the day….the “neverenoughhours” feeling. You are half a Martha but twice a Roseanne. And that’s OK. In fact that’s great. It’s these nights that make it easy to go to sleep…to get up in the morning with an new sense it’s going to be a day…and hopefully a good one.
Ok, now I can sleep. Just needed to let you know that….