Running out of clutter

Whew. Vacation is done. Holidays are over. Gigi's birthday is past. Being a one-year-old means no more formula and facing forward in the car. Both surprisingly liberating things. Josephine is cremated (still need to pick up the ashes and complete the "circle of life"). The snow has melted. We're alone in the house.

I must say it is what I dreamed it would be. Quiet. Peaceful. Happy. I found myself tiptoeing around the other day for fear of waking the fates to deliver yet another obligation. You get so used to being "on" all the time, that you forget how to sit. It would almost be uncomfortable if your legs didn't feel such instant relief.

I didn't have a New Year's resolution (I never do), but I purged the house as if we were moving. Just about every closet, cabinet and drawer was cleaned out. It felt great. I even left a couple drawers totally empty so I could think of them when I felt overwhelmed. Maybe I could throw my thoughts in them during moments of insanity. Now that the clutter is gone (maybe I could find more), I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. I'll have to start (gasp) playing with my child since I won't be so busy making endless Goodwill piles.

But for right now, this minute, I'm just going to enjoy the quiet. That and a table with nothing on it.