3 hours in lock up.

Right now, I’m sitting in my library. That’s right people. MY library. The library in which hundreds and hundreds of books sit on shelves, looking all pretty and making me feel smart…

MY library is a room in our house, that used to be a guest bedroom. We converted it to a library, b/c TH and I thought it would be ‘cool’. And it is, literally, the coldest room in the house. And it’s so away from everything and probably the quietest place in our house as well. I figure it’s because the floor is carpeted and has an oriental rug on top of the carpeting, and then we have 5 bookshelves lining an entire wall. The insulation sucks generally, b/c new construction is so freakin’ shoddy… and everywhere else in the house you can hear people peeing and dropping a deuce. Even people who don’t live HERE, with us. No joke.

We anticipated using this room as a relaxation/concentrating room. Where we could go and read and just chill out. That lasted for about 2 weeks…then we left the room, never to enter again… The books all alone on the shelves, collecting dust and making us feel like slobs.

Until now. A time and place where I find myself locked up in this room, with my dogs.

I need to get away, I need some quiet time. Some peace. No one is home, but me..and the dogs .. and the maid.

I need to find some peace and quiet while she vacuums and slams doors and clangs heavy items and drags a plethora of equipment around the house up and down all the stairs…a place where my dogs won’t flip out and try to hunt her down, just so they can get a pat on the back. 

It’s not really working…sitting in here. I’m not away from the noise. I hear the vacuum, I hear the dragging of something. But What? I can’t figure it out. It sounds like my dresser is being dragged and bumped against the walls by this tiny petite woman. That just can’t be possible, she’s small. I’m talking 5’1” and maybe 100lbs. Wait.. What’s that noise!!?? – it’s buckets and buckets of water being poured on my hallway carpet. My CARPET…!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!

I take a peek and I see nothing… she’s not in the hallway dumping buckets of water on it. She’s not even on this floor. She’s downstairs, in our powder room, with the sink on, washing it. Splashing water.

I hate this house sometimes… it is like Inception – the sounds you hear are just as confusing to figure out as it is to figure out whether or not you’re in a dream.

My dogs are peacefully sleeping. The noise – it doesn’t bother them. Maybe I have supersonic hearing. Maybe it’s not the house. Maybe it’s just me.

So here I sit, wondering why I locked myself in this room, when instead of the peace and quiet I wanted, I get paranoia and confusion.

At least after the 3 hours are up and done with, I’ll have a sparkly clean house.  Except for all the books sitting on their shelves all alone in the library …collecting dust.