I'm writing this from an almost completely silent house (with the exception of the Freakonomics podcast playing in the background.) On Sunday I drove my kids to my parents house, and on Monday I drove back home alone. They're getting half a week with grandma and grandpa and I'm getting a half a week to accomplish things.
At first my expectations for these few days were sky high. I'm going to paint the kids rooms!! And sew a quilt! And clean the attic! And finish all of my letter drawings! Then I realized it would probably take me 2 weeks to do all those things. Even alone, I still only have 24 hours in a day.
Having this unfettered time is strange. When I first arrived home yesterday, I made some paintings, watched a few episodes of 30 Rock, made a few quick little collages (the one above!). MIke and I went out for sushi and then watched this fascinating documentary about a cult in the 70s, The Source Family. I meant to wake up early today, but ended up sleeping until 9. Luxury! And now the day stretches out in front of me.
I miss the kids, of course, but I can tell this quiet is going to do really good things for me this week.