My house is so quiet right now, it's eerie. I'm used to the quiet at night, after Maddy goes to bed. But it's 6:45 in the evening and I'm not used to this. Her dad took her to gymnastics and to dinner and I got a rare mid-week evening to my self. I was so decadent, I tanned, then went to Wal-Mart, and then came home and made myself a ham and cheese omelet and read Us Magazine. Jealous?
I'm used to hearing the girls going up and down the stairs. I'm used to hearing Jess walking around in her room, which was over mine. I always knew when she was home that way. I'm used to hearing the dull whoomp of the bass through the ceiling from Kelli listening to her Jonas Brothers CDs over and over. I'm used to the keyboard on the computer clicking as she IM'd her friends about parties and boys and who was wearing what. I'm used to the "Kelli! Did you wear my cami?" Jessie! Can you take me to the mall? "Maddy! Get out of my room! Mom! She won't let me on the computer!"
If I had a nickel for every time I told them to quiet down, be nice, shut UP! I'd be a rich woman. However, I'd give it all back to hear them creating chaos in the house again.