Silence

There is one thing I treasure in the middle of the day that I never even thought of before I had children. It is to sit in my house with silence surrounding me. No tv, no radio, just the sounds of the birds outside and the kitchen fan that is always running. I dropped the children off to spend the week-end at grandma's for the cousin slumber party and am now sitting at home thinking about all the things I could be doing. (it should not involve time on the computer, but it is way past time that I catch up my blog). I have not had much quiet at our house since school got out a week ago. My baby is not happy that her life has been interrupted and she has spent a good part of summer break so far "lelling" at her sisters for all the things she thinks they should, or should not be doing. They don't want to watch "her size" on tv and she doesn't like "thier size." They think they need to spend time alone in their rooms. She doesn't think that is very fair. They want to have their friends over and she wants to be involved in every possible second of what they are doing. It is a hard job being the baby, just ask her.

Anyway, since I haven't posted since before school got out I need to catch up just a bit. We had the end of school awards assembly. B just happened to get the Hope of America award. This is a big honor. It is sponsored by the local Kiwanis club. One girl and boy in each 6th grade class get this award. I asked B if she was surprised and she said, no. Humility is not her strong point. The qualifications are that the student must demonstrate leadership, ethical and moral character and outstanding academic accomplishment. B said she realized as they read the award, she fit all those catagories. I can't argue with her but the though that she and her blonde brain are the hope of America scares me just a little bit. I am proud of her for being a good girl and hope she continues on her course, blondeness and all.

M&M came home the last day of school broken hearted. She does this every year, and every year I forget until she comes in the house sobbing. She is going to miss her teacher. I think this year is especially bad. She had an amazing teacher that M&M loves. The fact that she will still see her next year doesn't matter to her. It just won't be the same. She's is right about that, but we all have to move on, it's part of life.

Now I get to wait for my dear hubby to come home. I hope he is not as late as he thinks he is going to be. On the other hand, if he is, I can get some stamping done and maybe have something to post. I do know that I am going to savor every bit of quiet until I go pick up the girls tomorrow.