The first morning of the kids' basketball camp is underway.
I dropped the kids off just before 9:00 with no incident (Lizzie got her own new basketball and was utterly thrilled...it's kinda like a right of passage with my kids that they get a new basketball to call their own when they start basketball camp!) and I stopped at Starbucks on the way home to pick up my favourite occasional treat: A Cinnamon Dolce Latte, skim milk, extra hot. Yum. I walked in the door at home at 9:03 and it was so silent that I phoned Geoff at work and, the moment he answered the phone, I said that it was too quiet and I didn't know what to do. He laughed and told me to enjoy it.
But really...it was too quiet. I didn't feel like doing any of my to do lists, didn't feel like cleaning or even tidying, so I spent the first almost hour of my solitude just walking around the house sipping my coffee while noting everything that needed doing. I spent the next 45 minutes lying on my bed, doing a few google searches that I've been wanting to do, and making a number of phonecalls that needed making. Now it's 11:15 and I'm feeling like I'd now like to get moving on some project or another but I have only about a half hour before I need to leave to pick up the kids (and maybe sneak in a few minutes early to see how they're doing).
What is wrong with me that it feels too quiet?! I often long for quiet moments and, now that one's here, it's just too darn still. Maybe with a few more days of practice I'll get used to it and actually get a few things done around here. Maybe by Friday I'll hit my stride, only to realize that basketball camp's done.
Whatever. I'm going to enjoy this. I. will. enjoy. this.