A Quiet House

I sit here windows open birds chirping sun shining with my cold coffee waiting for the next bomb.  Did Bella pee on the carpet?  That dog is fully trained yet likes to send us regular reminders that she is the boss.  I cannot remember the last time I was at home at 10am alone.  Bliss.

What should I do?  I could weed.. front yard is in dire need.  I could make 10 calls that are waiting for me.  I could clean my washroom.  I could wash my sheets.  I could watch Netflix.  My guilt alone wouldn’t allow for that.  Does everyone else feel as guilty as I do to just only watch a show?  or do other people like me have their laptop open mostly to pretend to be productive while netflixing.  I can see my new ‘Tiffany blue’ toes they called it last night at my pedi / happy hour date with my girlfriend. 

My toes remind me that despite my challenges I still got a pedicure last night.  Thank you to the sweet lady from Vietnam for the great foot massage to top it off.    And thank you to the neighbor kid who obviously just bought his first crotch rocket (a word from the 80’s my brother owned the fastest one in town) and is screaming up and down and up and down and up and down the street.  So much for quiet.  Albeit it is a little bit sweet watching his dad outside the window giving him instructions to practice riding in circles.  Directly outside my back window where I’m sitting.  They have no idea I am watching them annoyed. And distracted now.  

What do most people do with a quiet house?  I think I’ll make a few calls, get some work done and cross my fingers I get a couple more hours like this before the chaos begins again.