Nov 18, 2008

38 Seconds.

Do you ever have those moments when your house is quiet? When everyone is busy doing whatever it is they're doing, and you're all alone. All alone in the quiet.

That moment is right now.

And I better write fast as it will last exactly 38 seconds.

From the kitchen I can smell the wonderful scent of my white chicken chili. Just the smell of it screams "winter!" You know the food, the kind that just implies that it should be eaten while lying under a fleece blanket in front of a roaring fire. Yep, that's my white chicken chili. (Actually, it didn't really sound too good for dinner tonight, but I had all the ingredients. So forgive me for simply trying to talk myself into it.)

My television is paused right now on, of all things, Good Times. Don't ask me why. I don't know. But Florida just quit reading JJ the riot act and I had to pause it, because I just can't take much of her.

Rocco is asleep in his crib beside my bed, which is amazing since Remi is laid up in my bed like Lady Godiva eating her snack and drinking from "Cuppy." (That word is capitalized because Cuppy has become a friend of ours. When Remi takes a nap, so does Cuppy. When it's time for bed, Cuppy also has to go to sleep. In the fridge. When it's time for Remi to take a bath, Cuppy goes into his stainless steel Maytag bathtub. See how that works?) All while watching, you guessed it, Pooh.

I think that bear will be with us forever.

It's getting darker sooner now, and so it's kind of dark in my house. My lamps are turned on, though, which means the lighting is just right.

I'm sitting in the AG's big, leather recliner and I'm curled up under my favorite blanket.

And all is well.

Oh, wait.

Brandon just walked through the door.

The AG is calling on my cell phone to ask what we're having for dinner.

Okay, Remi heard Brandon come in and is now running full force to the door. They are now wrestling on the living room floor.

Their screaming, wailing and gnashing of teeth has awoken one little Rocco.

In their quest for UFC contention, Remi and Brandon roll over the remote causing Good Times to come back on blaringly loud.

Rocco is screaming now.

Okay, Brandon plays too rough and Remi is crying.

Brandon's cell phone is ringing.

The timer on my dryer is going off.

My chicken chili is starting to boil.

The AG is calling my cell phone to tell me that white chicken chili doesn't sound that good to him.

Pooh is still singing.

Florida is still whining.

And my 38 seconds is up.

22 comments:

Givinya De Elba said...

Sounds familiar!

Shelley said...

Wow, I wonder where in the cosmos the 38 second rule was created? I'm a be wanting that chicken chili recipe dearest one.

Midwest Mommy said...

I can relate!

Tracy P. said...

So I hope he's taking you out for dinner. We needed a warm up last night too, so it was veggie beef soup. I can't remember if I had 38 seconds of quiet though. There ARE more of those as they get older. Wait til the day they are both at a friend's house. That is a little weird!

Lori said...

Wow! It's like we are living the same life....HA!

Lynda said...

Wow, you get a whole 38 seconds? Amazing!

Kori said...

I'm with Shelley. I's want recipe for Chicken Chilli. Please oh please.

And I so know the feeling of 38 seconds of pure bliss.

Sheri said...

Hmm. If he doesn't want chili, what's he bringing home for dinner??

I almost forgot - in keeping the "fried" spirit alive, don't forget to fry up those mashed 'taters the next morning in potato cakes. Yummmmmmm!

Outnumbered2to1 said...

I love those moments in teh day where it is truely just peaceful. They are few and far between and very fleeting. But enjoyed nonetheless.

Ashley said...

Enjoy those moments.... or seconds. Ha! I second Kori's request for the recipe. Sounds delish!

*Kim* said...

Can I just tell you how much I love the show Good Times!!!! That was random, I know, but I do have an abnormal love for the show!! lol!! Enjoy those 38 seconds, and if they EVER pop up again, it will be a Christmas miracle!

Rhea said...

38 seconds sounds about right. I think there's a physics principal about that...

Teresa said...

38 seconds? Oh my.....God smiled on you with those 38 seconds. By the time Rocco is walking, those 38 minutes will be just enough time for you to do your hair, brush your teeth and go potty. LOL

Rhonda said...

Oh, but they were a delightful 38 seconds, weren't they? We must cherish every moment of blessed peace and quiet.

And because you are so sweet, I will forward my recipe to you.

Before I leave for that trip to Cancun that you didn't want to discuss... lol

Gramma 2 Many said...

Oh how I remember those days. In some of my insane moments I almost miss them. Just kidding. I loved it when it was a part of my life, but I do treasure my quiet now.

Melissa said...

My 38 seconds are usually in the bathroom when I can pee without being interrupted....It's amazing what you grow to appreciate after children...
i have a good white chicken chili recipe. We should exchange and see if there's a difference.

Anita J. said...

You are a really fast typist. Even still, I think I might have cried a little tear for you.

Finding Normal said...

You get 38? Lucky duck. I usually get 3.7 seconds of peace.
Wanna share that recipe? I could get behind white chicken chili.
Tell the AG to get chinese and save the chili for tomorrow. It's always better the second day anyway!

DysFUNctional Mom said...

I'm with Finding Normal. I envy you that 38 seconds.

Aja Jenise said...

How do you master these occurences? So are you a speaker and a writer? Is it a tickle in your fingers, in your head, or on your lips that these seamless occurences come into play? So I have a few questions today... humor me!!

Your a RIOT!! A precious RIOT!!

Lacey in the Sky said...

It all would have been fine if Florida hadn't been involved! Her voice bugs me too..

Amy said...

What is your recipe for White Chicken Chili? I am looking for a good one.