“Did you talk to the child?” I asked as I walked in the door.
“I tried, but she did not want to talk to me”, BW tells me.
That sounds about right.
She’s having too much fun with Abuela going to birthday parties and expeditions where they check out covered bridges and bake carrot cake cookies. No wonder she could care less about the folks back home.
This leaves BW and I with unfamiliar territory: time on our hands. Not much time ,because bedtime comes soon after I hit publish here - but more than we are used to.
We talked to each other today about stuff to do around the house and the general planning of the week ahead. Uninterrupted.
We had thought about going for a walk tonight but we decided against it because we can’t walk the dog because the dog never got trained to walk. It would be easier to walk a wild walrus, I think.
There’s an entire story about trying to train the dog, but that will be saved for another time.
It’s eerily quiet here. I have not told anybody to do anything in hours and now I have all this extra time in the evenings where I can read and start a project and not get interrupted a million times.
We did not have to listen to a song, watch a show, clean up any mess we did not make - or tell somebody to go to bed for the 13th time. I didn’t have to hear how disgusting the adult toothpaste is because we told her she had to use it because she’s a big girl and we won’t be having any more kid toothpaste in the house.
The silence is great, but boy is it quiet here. I forgot just how quiet.
Maybe tomorrow she’ll want to talk to us - because right now the silence is deafening.
Until Next Time,
TH and Co.