Quiet Time

With four kids, quiet time is rare. When Chris presented me with the idea of my having quiet time, I was excited. Now, I have little time to myself. But, I am home alone, quiet surrounding me, and cannot function. My heart is racing because it is too quiet. The point of this quiet time is to try to clean up the house. Things have gotten back out of hand.


The other day we dragged all the toys into the living room (yes, how silly of me!) and started to sort and clean them. We finished the sorting and the cleaning the other day. The living room, sadly is now overrun in containers and clean folded laundry. Chris warned me that it would be a bad idea to do the sorting in the living room but I like noise and the tv makes noise. I thought having it in the one room would motivate me enough to get it done fast. It didn't. It just made me feel depressed to see my beautiful finished room looking like a tornado hit it again. Next time I better listen to Chris (but, don't tell him I said that).