When the boys were younger, I looked forward to quiet time each day, not only because it afforded me time to get things done, but also because it allowed the boys a chance to rest. But now that the boys are three, quiet time is a rare things these days.

But last night, I got a glimpse of the quiet time that I so miss. We got the boys fed and ready for bed by 7:30 and they were out. We took them on a 3.2 mile walk yesterday and though they sat in the stroller, after the walk they did a lot of running. But it really wore them out and me too for that matter. And at 7:31, I closed the door to the boys room, walked downstairs, grabbed a beer and turned on college football.

It was amazing. It was also too quiet. I am use to with nose. Kids laughing or fighting, my wife talking, interacting with the kids, etc. But last night there was quiet time.