Normally, it would be a no brainer to pick between a noisy house or a quiet house. Most of you would pick the quiet house. I myself would have taken that option 4 months ago, but oh how times have changed. I’ve had the house to myself since Wednesday morning and the quietness was deafening. I spent a lot of time doing things around the house, but I didn’t realize how unhappy I was until I picked up my kids tonight. As soon as we got home, they both went off to play together. I didn’t join them, but I could hear them talking to each other and playing together. It was then that I realized that I was smiling for the first time all weekend. They went on playing and were running through the house; the racket they were making was therapeutic. It would have been the first time since Wednesday that I smiled, but I was able to see the boys Thursday and Friday. They had an awards ceremony at school on Thursday that I attended and Brandy brought them over Friday night so she could get more stuff from the house. I did smile both those times. Even now, the house is quiet; but I still have a smile on my face. I could walk upstairs at any point and just watch them sleep; which I may do a little later. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is that I would now pick a noisy house any time. Well, I’m rambling and I realize that I may not be making much sense in this post, so I think I will sign off.
Another update on my divorce proceedings coming soon.