A Quiet House

One main reason why I take classes at UTA is because I love to read, and I knew that if I wasn't accountable for it, I wouldn't take the time for myself to do something I love. Unfortunately, I think all women do this to some degree; neglect themselves to take care of others. I don't know why we do this, but it is true. (Although, in the sense of gender equality, maybe men do it to. I know I have seen Mike skip many Astros games to help me with the kids.) Today is a prime example of how I love to take classes at UTA. I am working on my paper about The Giver today, and the house is empty, quiet, free of coughing, sneezing, crying, laughing, tv noises, telephone calls (I unplugged it!) music, any sound except for my own breath and the sound my fingers make as I type this. I can THINK again. I am so thankful for this time. Alone time. As much as I adore my children, and find them so special and wonderful gifts from God, as a mother it is often the quiet time alone that I crave most. I am well aware that in the not so distant future, I will have a silent home and all the time I care to take to think. Then, I am sure my thoughts will drive me insane. I will long for voices, crying, tvs, and coughing and sneezing. But for now, I am cherishing the few hours I have alone to think about books.