The first week of school, I had G-Daddy with me after we got the kids to school. We took advantage of being adults and had coffee and did assorted activities Without Children. G-Daddy headed home and a terrible plague promptly made its way through the ranks of children. One after another they got a fever, threw up and were unwell for a couple of days. In the midst of all that, we had time off school for Rosh Hashana. And then in the third week of September, one morning, I took every.single.child. to school and came home. To a completely empty house.
Oh, it was quiet.
And the silence made me cry.
For a very long time in my life, close to a decade, I have had a child (or children) at home with me during the day. For years I have been unable to walk without someone following me, to change my clothes without a running commentary, to use the bathroom all.by.myself. And now, in the blink of an eye, for several hours during the day, my time is my own.
I called Adam and cried a bit. I worked on some sewing that needed doing. I felt slightly sorry for myself and a little lost. Then it was time to get Noodle. I'm sure I'll get used to it. I know I will. But for now it's hard to hear myself through the quiet.