Okay, the silence here is killing me. Not sure what the volume level at your place is, but it’s just been terrifyingly still at my house for days.
At first it wasn’t horrible, I was keeping insanely busy. I was sanitizing the whole place and rearranging furniture and what not. I just didn’t sit down until it was time for bed. But I got home really late yesterday.
Then today, after a long and horribly silent day in a church (yes, it was quiet as a church) I came home to a horribly silent house (also, quiet as a church). Husband has been in freaking France all week. He’s been sending me pictures, and I hope he’s having a good time. I sit and stare at my fish in the tank. That is sad.
I just can’t take it. I need some me time, a little quiet time here and there, but an entire week of it just sucks. No one to talk to. No. One. All. Day. Gah!
THEN, I am filling out a job application, and it was asking for personal references that aren’t coworkers or relatives. That’s like almost everyone I know! Wringing out a couple people proved to be a challenge, and I had to pull someone from my “professional” reference list! I don’t have time for that kind of stuff! I have a family! Now give me a job.
Yea, this week has been a quiet, sad little delve into loserville. It’s gross here, don’t visit. I’m getting out as soon as I can.
Oh, and what do I have to do to get off this weird schedule rollercoaster? One week it’s back to school bedlam, and the next is like being in sensory deprivation. Someone balance the tires on my life, it’s a little wobbly. Thanks.