Quiet...Too Quiet

Right now it is just me and my man, Owen. Alex and Jenna are at Grandma and Grandpa Robeen's. They left around 4pm yesterday and I still cannot adjust to the absolute quietness of the house (Owen is asleep). It is funny, but I do not like the quiet. I know at times I would do anything to have some peace around here, but now that I have it, I don't like it. It is eerie. It proves just how much my life is entwined with the kids...how my life is the kids. The send off was very hard for me. It was all just bad timing on our part. We had Joe's parents come after quiet time, in which Jenna fell asleep. Jenna has a hard time waking up, she needs extra care when she first wakes up, some cuddle time on the couch normally. So yesterday she awoke to me packing her clothes and toys in a suit case and it was just a bit much. She broke down crying - torn between really wanting to go and needing to stay home with me. It was hard, but my strong-willed girl worked through it and decided to go. As they pulled out of the drive way her eyes filled with tears and her lips quivered as she said "I love you." The minute they were out of eye shot, I started to cry. It was hard to let both of them go, especially under the circumstances. But just as we knew, Jenna was fine by the time they reached the end of our road. Joe and I sat on the couch looking at each other after the kids left trying to figure out what we did before we had kids, or what we did when we just had Alex. It was a quiet night...again that word...quiet.