The solitude of my week.

I cannot honestly say that I remember a time when I've had more quiet, more silence, more freedom to do whatever I want. Certainly before my children were born. 

I don't care for it. sure my house is clean, my sink is empty of dishes. I can watch whatever I want on tv, eat whatever I want for breakfast. But I don't like the lack of little people in my house.It is depressing. I have crocheted baby booties like there is no tomorrow just to give myself something productive to do. I've planned this stinking birthday party down to the last detail just so I have something that stresses me out. 

Now I'm sitting in a very blah existence wishing for something to do. I'm going to eat. and crochet. and watch tv.