Silence is Golden....Or Is It?

We have all heard the phrase right?  Silence is golden.  They even wrote a song with that title. Think about it.  Sitting on a comfortable chair outside, maybe near a lake or fountain.  Listening to the peace and quiet, birds chirping, breeze blowing. 

Or maybe you are in the house.  There is a scented candle burning.  You are sitting in your big comfy armchair.  Music is playing quietly in the background.  It is all idyllic, until......

You realize that there are anywhere from one to six little people in your house.  Silence is now terrifying!  With all these kids, there is supposed to be noise, laughter, battles, fights, dogs barking.
Silence is bad!!!  Every time there is silence in a house full of children it can only mean one thing!!!  They are up to something no good!!!!!

I still remember the day I walked downstairs because it got a little too quiet and found my children and nephews smiling angelically at me.  Wait a minute!  I noticed a frightened look as I reached over to turn the lights on in the room.  No wonder.  Someone had been throwing a ball in the house, although EVERYONE claims it wasn't her or him.  It's a mystery, but there is my antique floor lamp with the globe taped together with white athletic tape. 

Or yet another day, when I again walked downstairs and heard feet scampering everywhere.  We either had very large mice or kids were hiding before their crime was discovered.  We did NOT have huge mice.  And as I came downstairs, I heard whimpering behind the couch.  There was the "Surprise" neatly tied up in belts and duct tape.  Oddly enough, no one seemed to know how that happened or why he was crying. 

There was also the time that my mother-in-law watched the kids for a few hours.  In their moments of silence the "Blonde" cut chunks off hair off "Mini Me" and "Mini Me" retaliated by chopping the "Blonde's" bangs to an eighth of an inch.  My mother-in law was hoping I wouldn't notice and then claimed that they were only supposed to cut Barbie's hair.

Now, with the grandchildren taking over the household, silence is more frightening than ever.  Mini Me came home one day to find her youngest had turned brown from coloring himself with markers.  Stitch got his hands on some scissors and promptly removed parts of his shirt sleeves.  And let's not even talk about the Jo-nado.  You can be absolutely certain that when it is quiet when she is around, disaster is lurking in the next room.

And then, there is that blissful silence that you come to worship at the end of a long day.  You have all of them confined to their rooms and beds.  You sit down in that big fluffy chair in your pajamas and slippers, cradling a glass of your favorite wine.  The silence really is golden.  Wait, was that a toilet flushing!!!!!  Enjoy the seconds of bliss that you get.  They can be energizing!!  Have a blessed week.