It's almost midnight and I am tired. I should have been in bed hours ago, but I'm still awake. Why? Because I hear... silence. It's such a beautiful thing these day. All day long I hear noise. I wake to babies crying or alarm blasting. I snooze, comfort, change diapers, make juice, read books, prepare breakfast, brew coffee, feed babies, sing songs, clean babies, change diapers, stack rings, shower (ahh.......), do hair, choose clothes, read books, drive to work, make calls, meet with chatty people, read emails, answer emails, make calls, write things, repeat last 4, repeat again (and for another couple hours), drive home on the phone, get home, say hellos, change diapers, play games, connect, prepare dinner, feed babies, play peek-a-boo, wash babies, dress babies, read books, sing lullabys, pray for no crying... then wash dishes, sweep floor, pick up toys, grab something to eat while I'm folding laundry, wash more dishes, clean poop out of the tub, boil soiled toys, feed the cat, check emails, brush teeth, wash face... and done... in bed... out for the count...
But I'm needing a minute to myself right now... I know I'm going to pay for it in the morning. But this minute or two, is mine. I am going to cherish it.
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