Linking up with my people today at Five Minute Friday.
Guys? Do you know why silence is an OLD friend? Because it had children. And they proceeded to beat ever-lovin treble out of it. And now it’s really tired.
The other day, my husband and I were in the car, with the kids in the back seat, as they usually are.
The radio was blaring static because hubs was searching for his football game and, as we all know, we must first listen to a lot of static before we alight upon it. It’s just the rule. Also, once the golden ticket is achieved and we actually CAN hear a football game then we must make sure to turn it UP really LOUD because it is SO important. As football games always are.
And, in the back seat, the boys were discussing something.
Oh, scratch that. They were just yelling at each other.
Meanwhile, back in the front passenger seat, I was slinking slooooowly down, wondering if there were some of those headphones available… the ones that those dudes that help planes land wear? What are those things called? I dunno. I CAN’T REMEMBER BECAUSE THE NOISE IS KILLING MY SYNAPSES.
Also, there was a possibility I had a sinus headache because allergies have it out for me. And everything is awful.
And… I was a little hungry. And tired. So, you know, I was HALT except I am NEVER LONELY I WONDER WHY.
(For those of you who wonder: “HALT” is an acronym that I learned in my recovery circles. It stands for Hungry, Angry, Lonely, Tired, and basically? If you are over two of these at a time? It’s apocolyptic at a def con level 500. Maybe 600. You get what I mean.)
So, I think I might have yelled.
I ADDED to the noise. Yep. Because that’s logical.
And then, we played the Quiet Game, which is just the BEST game in the whole world.
And I stared out at the fields and the trees and breathed in deep. I used to live in silence all the time. My house was … just for me. I had a dog, but he didn’t talk much. I had a cat, but you know, they’re ninjas with fur.
I used to sit and read, in a bed by a window with a huge tree outside… and sometimes a sweet little birdie would come and alight there and sing to me, sweetly, as I read for hours.
And then, I would go up and get a snack and I WOULDN’T HAVE TO SHARE IT WITH ANYBODY.
And, as I stared out the window, at the clouds skudding across the skyline and the sun that hit the leaves and set them aglow, all pretty and fall and glorious, I heard snickering from the back seat.
And then… someone farted.
And lo, the Quiet Game was all over. And with it? The sweet perfume of my past.
But, I just didn’t mind. I belong right here, wedged in a car with all the windows down and now is REALLY loud because massive jets of wind, but you know. I belong here. My hair is now a tangled mess and both kids are basically yapping in the back seats like puppies on crack.
And it’s the best. It is so freaking loud, but it is just crazy good.