I find it so interesting when I think about how my body responds to total down time. This particular state of mind (body?) can come in many forms.
I ended up working 11 hours yesterday. Not surprising for this time of year. Not a big deal. But? I was so tired of dealing with people, on the phone or in person. When I got home, I just wanted to stay there. Read some email, listen to some music, and post an entry here and there.
Tuesday nights are traditionally "Chick-Fil-A" nights for the schools here. It's not uncommon to find us among the participants. Last night was no exception, other than the fact that I wasn't there. I asked my husband if it was really necessary that I go along, and he said no. He had no problems with me staying home.
So he left to go pick up the girls from dance and go off to dinner. And I? Just relaxed. In the silence. The blessed silence. I sat on the couch with a glass of wine and stared at the ceiling. I took care of the daily stuff (email, etc) and then went and sat in the garage on an old rocking chair we have out there and I just enjoyed. The silence. The sunset and then the stars. Other than the occasional conversation with myself, I said not one single word.
It was alot like that this morning when I got up from work. It was 4:30 when the alarm went off, and it was completely pitch black. We have absolutely no streetlights where we live and we are on a country road. It was still like that when I was done getting ready for work.
I went into the garage with a cup of coffee and sat on the rocker again. The silence was comforting. Well, I wasn't counting the sounds of crickets and birds, and just the normal sounds of nature surrounding me. I drove to work with the window part way down, listening to those same sounds. It was so peaceful and relaxing. A very good way to start your day off.
So today? Even though I'm pulling another longer than normal shift? When I'm done for the day, I'm going to go home, change, and sit in the rocker. Just for a little bit. Just enough time to let me relax, and enjoy the silence.
Until the kids come home from dance lessons.
"Moooooooooooooooooom, can I have a snaaaaack?!!!"
Comments
I've no idea what a Chik-Fil-A is, but it does sound interesting...
I love to sit in the tub after a long day, swooshing the water around, letting my brain drain....with the door locked.
Posted by: cursingmama at September 15, 2005 01:04 PM
Hmm The Sound of Silence oh the blissfulness of it :) sounds wonderful.
Hmm poor you having to deal with preteen snack requirements.. Good Luck with that.
Posted by: Gopher at September 16, 2005 12:14 PM