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Home Alone!

I am home all alone.

I mean there is no one here.

No one hiding in their room. No one watching TV in the other room. No one popping in and out.

I am alone.

I am trying to remember the last time I was all alone.

I can't remember!

I honestly can not tell you the last time I was alone. I remember that I didn't really care for it too much. I remember the house being too quiet and feeling creepy.

Tonight it just sounds blissfully quiet.

Crickets chirping quiet.

I almost hate to admit that I kind of like this alone thing. A time to let my brain melt a little bit and not be on call.

Today was my work evaluation.  SOOOOOO glad that it is over.

 I really like my job, and love the place I'm working, but can I tell you I'm racing towards burn out faster than you can say, well... "burnout!"

I need spring break!!!

NEEED!!!

I also need some heat!!!

If I can't get heat I need the smell of dirt, the promise of spring, and a few green plants.

I don't need daylight savings. I hate daylight savings.

It is funny I have about 20 minutes of "alone" left and I can't quite settle my brain on one thing. I think there is a possibility that after spending  months with  third graders, all day, every day, I might be turning into one. :P

Happy Quiet 20 minutes everyone.

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