Home alone

Ben and Eliza are out at the park down the street, leaving me a rare empty house. I crave the space and silence, but it's strange how I can never think of anything to do anymore. It's supposed to be Meghan Time, but whenever I'm afforded the peace and quiet I don't do much in the way of my soul. Today I haven't read or sung showtunes (guilty pleasure and so uplifting for me!) or even painted my nails. I straightened up the front room, always a toddler crime scene, and started making dinner. Maybe it's not so much what I do with the space than the simple fact that I have it.