It’s ironic. I have spent the entire summer trying to chase the quiet space in the house and now the silence is deafening.
I can feel their eyes on me. I’m sitting peacefully at the desk of my home office trying to accomplish the daily task when it hits… AMBUSH!! My thirteen year old dives at my head while my ten-year old inadvertently knees me in the worst possible place. I scream. I yell. I love it! Bodies are being thrown all over the room. Fat lips and tickled ribs are battle wounds well deserved. When the smoke clears and the last flying elbow drop has successfully landed I crawl back to my desk and realize that this home office thing is not working well. I have got to find a way to get some quiet.
Summer is over and the office is quiet. Too quiet. I’m not complaining. I have gotten more accomplished in the last week than I feel I have all summer. I’m working on some very exciting things for the church and I know God has big plans for OLC this fall. But I can’t help it. I can’t help drifting into the slight daydream, “I wonder if I could ambush them from on top of the fridge? Yeah! I’ll jump down with a Nacho Libre eagle scream and scare the dookie out of ‘em!”
Like I said, it’s a little too quiet.
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