The house is quiet. Too quiet! Olivia’s visiting both sets of grandparents for two weeks. She’s in another state, while we’re home alone with Rachel.
Since the work week was fairly busy, it didn’t seem like such a big deal that Olivia was gone this past week. However today is Saturday, and when I woke up this morning, it was too quiet. It’s still too quiet. I almost don’t know what to do with myself. In fact, it’s somewhat boring.
Olivia is such an active, rambunctious, loud, and at times, nearly crazy kid. If she’s bored or needs to vent some pent up energy… WATCH OUT! She will invade your space, get into your stuff, and generally do what she can to engage with the rest of the family. (If you’re wondered why I haven’t posted much, now you know.) Olivia is not a “sit on the floor and color” type of kid. She’s a high-energy extravert.
So when I woke up this morning, I found it oddly strange. No one was stubbornly refusing to go potty after waking up. No one was getting into that bag of chips I left on the counter last night. No one was begging to watch cartoons. No one was playing too hard with Rachel and making her cry.
It’s just too darn quiet. I guess I really miss my Olivia.
