My house is quiet. I woke up at 6:30 (damn) because my husband wasn't in the bed. By the time I got up and found him, I couldn't go back to sleep. He had gotten up in the night because youngest child had a bad dream. He slept on the couch the rest of the night so the boy would feel safer. What a sweet guy! Now he's tucked in bet sleeping soundly.
That means, I'm the only one awake in the house. Oh, the possibilities of having time for myself! What do women do that actually have that in their lives? I could read, knit, look at knitting magazines. My mind is reeling with possibilities. OTOH, I'm might just go lay back down now that my sleeping partner has returned. Robert Heinlein's character, Lazarus Long, once said, "Never miss a chance to eat, sleep, or go to the toilet. You just don't know when you'll get the opportunity again."