Today my man left for a business trip far, far away for a WEEK! I am sad. Bubba and I drove home from the airport kind of lonely and out of sorts (is anyone ever "in" sorts?). Now, my man is not, you know, Mr. Here Let Me Do Those Dishes You Go Rest And Work On Your Blog or anything. In fact, sometimes I get annoyed (imagine!) at his sloppiness and inability to turn his crippling perfectionism to the housework. But he did make an effort to clean up his sprawl before he left. I love that, but not having him or his stuff rattle around here with me makes the place kinda quiet and echoey.
So today I am thankful for music. It filled the car on the rainy drive back: Eddie from Ohio, some jazz from the radio, always my celebrity boyfriend Lyle Lovett. When we got home to our dark, strangely clean house: Johnny Cash, Barenaked Ladies, and for bubba, Tom Chapin. It made the hours pass much more quickly.
And funny that I have music on my mind today, because Anna over at The End of Motherhood? invited my submission for "Songs we sing to our children." I hum "Simple Gifts" to bubba several times each day for his naps. I love it. It makes me happy and calm, and I like to think that it has the same effect on bubba (though it might be my boobies). In the interest of full disclosure I do not get dressed up in a tuxedo for my own performances like Mr Sims here, nor can I seem to remember the words past the first line. Which is just as well because I couldn't e-nun-ci-ate half as well as he does. But here is a nice performance of it by Robert Sims.
And I am tagging WhoSheShe, Suzanne and Melanie for this, have fun!