quiet.

so, I’ve realized that in the last week or so, I haven’t had a moment of quiet. Every moment no child was near me I’ve had my iPod on. Today, a sermon to which I was listening, ended, and I decided not to find something else to listen to, and it was shocking hearing all my thoughts. Granted I’ve only listened to “good” things, but even good things that bring you away from yourself aren’t good. I did listen to Mansfield Park by Jane Austen, that was an accomplishment!

Today I was reading part of Ruth to the girls. Boaz’s name in Spanish is Booz. M—said, oh, like Bus in English! It was precious.

J—was taking a nap on the couch today when two little girls rung the doorbell and asked about taking some costumes out of my dress up clothes box. I said it was ok, but that they had to be super quiet b/c J—was sleeping. They shut the door SOOOOO carefully, which is tricky b/c my door always slams. They tip-toed in, but in stark contrast L-- walked over to J—and poked J—‘s head with her finger. I just don’t get it.