It's oh so quiet, it's oh so still.
I'm used to noise at the moment. Evan is an enthusiastic toddler who is spoiling to be a teenager. No really, he sleeps late and wanders round the living room in his PJs with his rock guitar posing in ways that Slash and Jimi Hendrix would be in awe of. He seems to have inherited the Welsh musical gene that skipped the last two generations but did see my grandmother through a music degree in Cardiff 70 odd years ago. This does mean that he likes a constant backdrop of music or musical kids' programes.
Then there's the perpetual noise of the football when there's an interesting world cup match that Dave likes to watch. I can't get into the sport at all. It's a bit to hands off (it's not rugby and it's not fighting.. what can I say :) )
After a day full of baby Hendrix and an hour or so of football crowd noise, I generally am getting a bit of a headache from all the sensory stimulation. Dave does like a lot more light than I do, I'd literally sit in the dark if left to my own devices so that helps tip the sensory overload.
It's a big difference to the life I used to have. Hell, I moved to Scotland and lived on the north coast for five years. I remember one Christmas and New Year when I didn't see or speak to anyone for nearly two weeks. I'm pretty antisocial and find socialising hard. Hence the semi recluse mode in my mid twenties.
Tonight was pretty lovely. Dave was at his weekly role play session, Evan was in bed. It's the solstice and I sat in the living room with the lights and the TV off while the sun slowly, slowly went down. The headache evaporated. The baby on my shoulder slept and wafted milk breath up at me from time to time. My kitchen smelt of cakes I'd just cooked. It was peaceful. It was even more peaceful in the garden at dusk when I pulled in our washing line of clothes. You could feel, taste and smell the summer.:)
Sometimes I think all I need is a little silence. :)
Then there's the perpetual noise of the football when there's an interesting world cup match that Dave likes to watch. I can't get into the sport at all. It's a bit to hands off (it's not rugby and it's not fighting.. what can I say :) )
After a day full of baby Hendrix and an hour or so of football crowd noise, I generally am getting a bit of a headache from all the sensory stimulation. Dave does like a lot more light than I do, I'd literally sit in the dark if left to my own devices so that helps tip the sensory overload.
It's a big difference to the life I used to have. Hell, I moved to Scotland and lived on the north coast for five years. I remember one Christmas and New Year when I didn't see or speak to anyone for nearly two weeks. I'm pretty antisocial and find socialising hard. Hence the semi recluse mode in my mid twenties.
Tonight was pretty lovely. Dave was at his weekly role play session, Evan was in bed. It's the solstice and I sat in the living room with the lights and the TV off while the sun slowly, slowly went down. The headache evaporated. The baby on my shoulder slept and wafted milk breath up at me from time to time. My kitchen smelt of cakes I'd just cooked. It was peaceful. It was even more peaceful in the garden at dusk when I pulled in our washing line of clothes. You could feel, taste and smell the summer.:)
Sometimes I think all I need is a little silence. :)