Be vewy, vewy quiet

Okay, I'll admit, I'm not hunting rabbits. But I am being vewy, vewy quiet as I navigate through these few days that feel like some kind of manna from heaven.

I, for the first time ever since getting remarried, have the entire house to myself, and not just for an overnight, no, but for 56 glorious hours! Of course, I'm here at work or asleep for many of them, but still. It's so peaceful, and quiet, and relaxing, and quiet, and liberating, and quiet, and perfect.

I didn't get out of bed until 7:24 this morning. Incredible! And I was out the door by 7:44. It's just little ol' me to get ready. No lunches to pack, no hair to brush, no squabbles to endure.

Don't get me wrong, I love my girls to infinity. They are beautiful, wild, ever-changing beings that I would never want to do without. (Well, never for more than a week or so, anyway.) But they are all with their respective fathers, so there is no worrying that they are not being properly cared for.

So clearly, my only job is to enjoy this timeout to the very best of my abilities. Lots of yoga, lots of reading, lots of walking around the house delighting in the fact that I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT!

So, shhhhhh, be vewy, vewy quiet.....