Friday, December 7, 2007

Peace and Quiet

When I was little my brother and sisters and I used to ask our parents what they wanted for Christmas/Birthdays/Holidays, etc. We always got the same answer--Peace and Quiet. I doubt we ever complied and we probably made them or bought them some "treasure"--I am almost certain that my mom has every treasure that we made, but that's a whole other post!

Now after having three kids that are programmed for "Loud Only", I understand where they were coming from. When I am alone in the car I don't listen to any music. I never watch tv during the day or usually until late evening (thank goodness for DVR). My husband noticed the other day that he had started turning off the radio as well. I guess we are getting old.

Since Abs came home yesterday, it is quiet. Her throat is too sore to argue with anyone. Her usual singing and talking voice is on mute. She has resorted to sign language and writing things down.....who knew she could come up with so many ways to communicate "ice cream" to us. I went to wake her up this morning and she moaned a little and went back to sleep.

Even with two kids home today, it might be a quiet day after all.

5 comments:

Gypsy at heart said...

Poor little Abs. Oddly enough, T&A used to be a regularly scheduled procedure for children - almost a rite of passage.

dutchgirl said...

What a little trooper! Hope she feels better soon! I remember as a kid how strangely quiet it seemed if one of us was either gone or very sick. It just upsets the balance of family loudness, I guess.

Uncle Dan said...

Take advantage of it, I can remember Abs talking in the car ride to the Gypsies home and being told to use her quite voice, it lasted about one or two words and was back on roar again.

Anonymous said...

Enjoy it while it lasts...

rose_michelle said...

Poor baby! I hope she feels better soon, although it may mean the end to your peace and quiet. I find that I can't stand it being quiet too long. Growing up in a family of 12 children, it always meant something was wrong, like when one of the younger boys fell when putting dished away and got a knife stuck in his side. He was o.k. but the house was finally silent for a bit. Now, it means my hubby is gone again.