The sound of silence

Silence makes me nervous. It used to be one of my favorite things, and it still is when I'm home alone, however, now when I hear silence it means I have to get up from the couch (which is a lot of effort these days), or stop what I'm doing to go see what is stirring about the house. I have walked into many interesting scenes and plots brewing. I've seen shampoo dumped in the shower, stickers decorating the whole living room/dining room, the massive dumping of toys (the rest have been selectively blocked out of my memory for sanity purposes). I must say that the silence is usually broken by my children's displeasure with the consequence.

So, the other morning I was lying in bed as the kids were saying, "mama", "can we get out of bed?" I looked at the clock and thought, just a few more minutes. "I'll be there in a few minutes." A few minutes went by and the request came again, this time I offered no reply. To my surprise it got quiet again. I was too tired to be concerned with the silence, I stayed in bed and convinced myself that they must have just fallen back asleep. A good amount of time passed and I decided I should go check on the little rascals. The below picture is what I walked in on. Lucy had climbed in with Will and brought blankets to stay cozy and books to entertain. What joy brought to a mother's heart. I quietly sneaked away without being seen and drank my cup of coffee quietly while the the kids and myself enjoyed the sound of silence.