The Quiet House

The weekend of family, friends, and fun came to a sleepy halt this morning when I bid adieu to our last guests at 5:30am. My husband's family actually left Sunday morning (also at 5:30 am -- that dang Bermuda flight!!) but we got an unexpected and lovely surprise when our friends, also from Bermuda, missed their connection from Montreal and didn't make the Bermuda flight -- hence their overnight with us. One quick sheet & towel exchange, a take-out Thai dinner, a nice bottle of red later, the visit was done. My oldest son, Light, is knackered having entertained his cousin, then best buds (the twins) for 4 days of non-stop action, but we sent him off to school looking and feeling more energized than either hubby or I can comprehend! Ah, the resiliency of youth!!
I feel like a total hag-bag, and my TO DO list has grown to epic proportions, but I admit to being a tad sad to say goodbye to the chaos that ruled our lives since last Wednesday.
With Sweetness at the sitters and Light at school, the house is eerily quiet. I can hear the occassional thump as the cat jumps down from whatever piece of forbidden furniture he managed to gain access to when my back was turned, and hourly toilet flush indicating that Mr. Wylie has had yet another cup of coffee -- otherwise, for the moment, it's just me and my keyboard. Ahhhhh....
That said, in the next few minutes I must pop on a load of laundry, dash to post office, then the gym, then collect Sweetness, and make lunch for Light before he stumbles snow-covered through the front door yelling, "MOM, I'm home! What's for lunch?"
Let the chaos begin...