A few days back I saw a post at Parenting for Dummies about the creepy quiet that suddenly falls upon homes with dudes. It is well known that boys are loud, rough, love to fight, jump, run, and, specially, get dirty. Girls are made of spice and everything nice.
Be it my oldest pretending to be an animal, my youngest trying to get my attention, or both the boys fighting their pants off, the noise goes non stop 24/7. It goes on and on and on. And at times they even talk in their sleep! Or they kick their beds.
Then the dreadful silence falls and you think to yourself ‘oh, shit, what did they get into now?!’. Most times I am seriously afraid to even check it out but after my mind has put that thought in my head I know I am screwed.
Recently the worst my boys have done, that made the house fall into silence, was to walk to the side yard which is off boundaries (it is not fenced). Thankfully our neighborhood is very quiet (and with a few nuts) so I know they’re gonna be safe. Plus, they know not to step on the road, at all. But I still remember that one day I steppend into the bathroom that gave me a mini heart attack and a few gray hairs.
My lovely oldest son, then 2.5 years old, found a Costco sized baby powder bottle and sprinkled it all over the living room. Including daddy’s work laptop.
Took me more than two hours to clean that mess. I ended up all fuzzy after my vacuuming session.
After this day I fear the creepy quiet. I just don’t want to have to clean vaseline off my carpets, clean markers off the walls, vacuum flour or sugar, wipe Desitin off my windows. I guess that’s why when it gets quiet I want to go and hide!
Ever had one of these creepy quiet moments?