It’s been a bit over a month since my younger daughter left for college. It’s been two weeks since the older offspring moved out of the house.
It’s quiet around here…
With both of them gone, the only humans here are my husband and me, and he works 50-60 hours a week. Sometimes he and I don’t actually see each other awake for two or three days at a stretch. I have cats, and some days they’re the only living creatures I interact with at all.
One would think that having quiet here would give me a chance to get more work done, but it hasn’t so far. I’m not used to quiet. I’m used to having to work around people saying “Mom, Mom, Mom,” or loud TV shows, or music blaring from two or three different sources. Sometimes those things are distracting, but to some extent I can usually tune them out because I’ve had over twenty years of getting used to working with those distractions.
Silence, though… silence is sometimes a lot more distracting. The bracing myself at 3:30pm for younger child to come home from school, and then remembering she isn’t going to, is distracting. The trying to figure out if older offspring is in their room or out with friends, and then remembering they’re in another state living someplace else, is distracting.
Probably over time I’ll get used to this. Maybe.