Silence is deafening. Silence is golden. It can be both, or neither. And what exactly is the sound of silence? One thing I know is true for me, silence is difficult.
I love quiet time. Silence. When the noise of the day slows down and becomes nothing more than the faint sounds of wildlife scurrying about the yard or the trees swooshing in the wind, that is my favorite time of day. I am currently working the late shift when I go to the office so that I can enjoy a couple hours of quiet at the end of my shift when most of the other employees have left for the day. It is soothing and conducive to me getting much accomplished during that time, and I will take advantage of being able to do that while my son is away.
Speaking of my son, I used to enjoy a lot of quiet time before I had him. Oh, what blissful days. These days (except for this month as he is away) it is hard to come by. I have an 11yo exceptional boy who does not enjoy, or allow, quiet time. There are questions and requests, telling me about his day. It will take him far longer to tell me about something he did or saw than to simply show me. But of course, when he does show me he still has to have a discussion about it. Even when he is off playing a game in his room with headphones on I can still hear him through the house laughing or squealing or jumping around with excitement. Don’t get me wrong, I love that kid more than life itself, I just wish he could go about things a little more quietly at times.
When G comes over we usually have to be pretty quiet as my bedroom is next to my son’s and he tends to wake easily to my voice. We close the bedroom doors, lower our voices, and generally try to control the sounds coming from my bedroom. Morning fun is nearly nonexistent because it is hard to be completely silent when you are having sex. It’s hard for us at least. G telling me I’m a good girl, asking me what I want, or commanding me to take his cock are far from being silent. You know what it’s like if you have kids.
So this month my son is off enjoying the beauty of Newfoundland. One of the things I can enjoy while he is away is coming home to a quiet house and it staying that way as long as I choose. The other thing is being free to express myself during sex however loud and vocally I want, and I’ve been enjoying that much more than the silence. Thankfully, I have 16 more days to enjoy both.