morning thoughts

I don’t want to think about the world. I don’t want to make profound comments on life this morning. I just want to do my own life. Take care of my children. Make them breakfast. Nag them to make their beds, brush their teeth and hair, pick up after themselves. Play for a few minutes, draw, laugh at the comics together. Then help them pack up the car and wave goodbye. They’ll get in the car with Dad and drive to LA. Silence will descend on my house. I will love it and I will hate it. I’ll be able to bring order here. Clean the house. Leave for the day and return to a house that is still clean and orderly. I have a full two weeks alone while they travel, will even see them in the middle of it. But still I know an emptiness and silence will be here that I both covet and am fearful of. I’ll be writing from the silence soon enough. Now I am going to enjoy the noise of morning.