A Piece of Quiet

This summer has really stretched the limits of my capacity to handle noise and confusion.  With all three kids at home all day long, I’ve about given up on getting any peace and quiet.  I try to get up earlier than everyone, but my three-year-old always seems to find me. I like to stay up after they go to bed, but they don’t usually come in from the outside until 8:30 or 9:00.  By the time they’ve had a snack and a bath and a bedtime story, I’m falling asleep at the wheel.

I feel like I’m NEVER alone.  And it’s wearing on me.  I used to be a social butterfly, but nowadays all I want in the whole wide world is a little bit of peace and quiet.  Okay, so make that A LOT.  A weekend home alone would be a start.

One of my neighbors often takes his boys out for a walk after dinner to give his wife a break.  They will wander up to our block where there are usually parents and kids hanging out, and his little boys will inform us that they are giving mommy “a piece of quiet.”  I love that.

On Monday, I about hit my breaking point.  I emailed my husband at work and begged him to take our kids out anywhere for an hour or so after dinner so I could get a break.  He obliged, bless his heart.  It was heavenly.  I forced myself away from the computer and the kitchen sink, sat down on the couch, and watched a few episodes of the Barefoot Contessa.  It was glorious.  The only problem is, it was over too soon.  But I can’t complain.  That little window of solitude was just what I needed to make it through the rest of the evening.

Last night, my husband offered to take the kids out again.  (And no, you can’t have him.)  They went to the pool, so I got quite a hefty “piece of quiet” as they were gone almost two hours.  I’m thinking we should make this a part of our daily schedule — Mommy Alone Time after dinner every night.  Okay, I won’t push it.  But the last two nights were delightful, I’m just sayin’.

This morning I tried to beat my kids awake, once again.  (Maybe I should reword that.  But you get the point, right?)  When the sun came streaming in the windows at 5:45 and I heard the birds singing, I pulled myself out of bed and came downstairs.  I threw in a load of laundry, put on my workout clothes (if I don’t do it first thing, I never get around to it), and made a half a pot of coffee.  I was just sitting down at the computer with my muffin and coffee when I heard the distinctive sound of a sleepy 3-year-old shuffling down the stairs.  BUSTED!  So much for a piece of quiet.  I fixed her, though.  I went out running/walking around the neighborhood for 20 minutes while she sat in front of PBS Kids and fried her brain.  Sometimes a mommy’s gotta do what a mommy’s gotta do.