This house is not meant to be quiet.

It’s ironic how when there is continual doors slamming, kids chattering, upstairs floors creaking, music playing, silly songs being sang, toys falling to the ground, feet pitter pattering, laughing, requests being made, kids fighting, tears flowing – I long for just a little bit of peace and quiet.

But then the quiet comes and for some reason it seems deafening, it’s so loud. ┬áThe quietness is so loud of emptiness.

When the four oldest of my five children are gone for several nights even the noise that Hubby, Strawberry, and I make is so quiet.

And this house is just not meant for quietness.

They’ve only been gone for a few hours and I am ready to have my family back together and back to our normal routines.

 

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