Can you hear that? That is the sound of quiet. The rugratigans have all returned to school. There is no more fighting over who said what, no more bickering over who hit who, and no more tears over who spilt the milk.
It is both happy and sad.
But there is one thing for sure. It is quiet - eerily quiet.
For me this is not new. It seems like this same scenario repeats itself every few months and yet, somehow it surprises me every time. I find myself baffled by the lack of noise and the pitter patter of little twerp feet. The sound void alone makes it feel as though all stress has completely vanished and then, yet again, it feels almost empty.
They are gone. They are back in school.
It is the double edged sword of twerpdom.
I find myself sitting down and taking a full, deep breath, basking in the glorious quietude, and endulging in the calm serenity - only to find myself bored by it minutes later - wondering where all of my sweet chaos has gone.
It is like an abusive relationship.
It is like being all full of purpose for no reason.