Crickets. And game whistles.

I'm such a cliche tonight.

My husband's out of town and the boys got invited out with a friend for the evening.  Five hours with no one here at the house but me.  At night, on a weekend.

I thought it would be kind of cool, ya know.  Watch whatever I want on TV (even though omg the channels still land on SPORTS and I have no idea how that happens with the sports people in this family aren't even in the house!).  Eat whatever I want for dinner.  No one to pick up after or nag to pick up after themselves.

Instead of melting into solitary bliss, I'm watching the clock tick until someone interrupts it.  I miss them all and I'm done with my silent night.  Bring me back the busy!!  Now!!

See?  Cliche.  But I believe cliches exist because they are often true.

But still, why can't we just be content with the way things are at this moment instead of always wishing for something different?

I'm going to ponder that awhile.  In my boring silence but for the roar of some crowd on TV.