Three Days Quiet

Upon entering the house today after school, the middle sniffs and says, "Smells like a mixture of clorox and bar-be-que."

He's very perceptive.
The house has been cleaned and supper is in the crock pot.
Things don't get much better than that.

Except for the fact that something doesn't feel right. I'm not sure what that something is, but it is sure to reveal itself. It's about time for it. We've had exactly three days with zero drama.

It's the calm before the storm.
How's that for positive thinking?
I can recognize the cycle, though.

Now lest you chastise me for being all gloom and doom, a recap of my life might be helpful. Nine hundred miles away from my family who have had no serious health emergencies lately; a husband who despises his job; same husband with the self-invited family guests for Easter; my unemployment status nearing its two year mark; three kids ranging in ages from practically-a-teenager to practically-an-adult; and one very moody cat who has been lately obsessed with squirrels.

Yep. Three quiet days?
No teacher emails. No bills unpaid.
No van in the transmission shop.

I wonder how many of you are screaming, "Stop!" "Knock on wood!" "Speak life!" I know all those, and I know you're right. But can we all just stop kidding ourselves for a brief moment?

Stuff happens. The earth quakes. People get sick. Kids made dumb decisions. Mechanical things fail. The cat will yak. Pure and simple, day-to-day life living with other people. All that chaotic stuff makes me appreciate the quiet all the more. And there's the good part right there. Appreciation. Without all the mess that sometimes clutters my life, I might never appreciate the times when the clutter is non-existent.

But I'm telling you, something is going on.
With one particular kid.
A mom just knows this kind of stuff.

And if I'm wrong?
Then it's a win-win.
I'll take another three days of quiet.