Wednesday, May 16, 2012

All Alone Again...Unnaturally

My men are leaving the Mansion like so many rats swan-diving from a sinking ship! I would cry mutiny, but that would be waaaayyyyy overestimating their energy and drive.

Tomorrow is our last day of school for the students. The Pony has been planning for his grandma to pick him up after his early release. He will eat noodles and biscuits and founder on high-speed internet before spending the night and next day wallowing on Grandma's couch without a care in the world. He seems to have forgotten that he starts summer school on Monday to earn his PE credit, thus freeing up an hour for band in his high school schedule.

The #1 son plans to spend the night at a friend's house in a neighboring town. His Friday agenda calls for mowing two lawns and attending Newmentia's graduation ceremony. He will be graduating next year.

Farmer H will be flying to Manchester, Massachusetts tomorrow for work. His mission is to inspect a machine to see if it's worth buying for $45,000. Since the price of such a machine new is over $400,000, he can save his company a pretty penny.

I will be working regular hours tomorrow and Friday, and gracing graduation with my presence. Actually, it's mandatory.

Funny how you wish for peace and quiet and no demands for your time...and when you get it, the victory seems hollow.


knancy said...

Just you wait until they all hit home again. You'll be wishing for that quiet solitude again. They just don't give you enough time for withdrawal symptoms to wane.

Sioux said...

Some hollow things are good. For example, hollow chocolate Easter bunnies of DECENT chocolate, not that Palmer crap.

I think you need to kick up your heels while you have the house to yourself. Watch a yummy movie. "Hidalgo." "Chocolate."

Take a book into the bathroom and read while you take a nice long bath. (You hillbillies DO read, don't you?)

Put on your Croc's, put on some funk, and dance around.

The time will fly by...make the most of it.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

My youngest used to say that "Mommy just wants a piece of quiet." After the chaos of five children and a husband who qualified as an extra child, the quiet was like a void ....

Hillbilly Mom said...

Yes, that time will come all too soon. I won't be home until late Friday night, due to graduation. Then we will all reconvene and I will have demands placed upon me immediately.

And here's a tip for you: if you want to save your hollow Easter bunny to nibble at your leisure, wrap him in some foil and shove him to the back of the bottom shelf of the refrigerator. No man hands will touch him.

No time for a movie. I've got to watch Sweet Genius. Yes, us Hillbillies read. At least you assumed that we DO bathe. I always put on my Crocs when I get home. But my funky dancing days are over.

I am actively avoiding the kitchen and the laundry room, and devoting some quality time to my recliner.

I love the Piece Of Quiet!