Who Knew?
It's funny what you notice at 3:30am. When I had my son and was having the middle-of-the-early-early-morning nursing session, I used to sit in the upstairs loft. The view out the window in the old house was over a prairie that had a slight hill, and a great view of the sunrise. I wondered how many hours I logged looking out over that field watching the tall grasses sway and wish for sleep.
Now, I am back at it again. Though the house has changed. And the view. And of course the child. But last night I noticed something. The neighbor kiddie corner across the street. For the fourth night in a row, there is someone watching television at the crazy hour of near 4am.
I live in an older neighborhood. Yes, as in older homes and older tenants. And this particular home definitely has someone in the prime of their life living there. I believe a couple. And I rarely see them. Even in the early evenings, there are no lights in what I assume is the living room.
I've seen a younger couple (my age) enter the house on occasion. Especially in the winter season there is a man who will shovel the walkway. Snow blow the driveway. And almost always carry in a bag or two of groceries. But normal meet-and-greet conversation with the house occupants? Not in the year we've owned this house. And we're around. All the time right now.
But last night (well really early this morning), I saw life. The television flashing through the pulled curtains. A rocking chair. And then a brief walk to another room. Unfortunately, my peeping observations end after that one feeding. By the 5:30am feeding time, the neighbor is gone. Sleeping I would assume. And I am back by myself. Watching the trickle of the early shift traffic (all 2 cars) pass by the house. And the clam movement of our plum tree in the front yard as the sun rises for another day.
Now, I am back at it again. Though the house has changed. And the view. And of course the child. But last night I noticed something. The neighbor kiddie corner across the street. For the fourth night in a row, there is someone watching television at the crazy hour of near 4am.
I live in an older neighborhood. Yes, as in older homes and older tenants. And this particular home definitely has someone in the prime of their life living there. I believe a couple. And I rarely see them. Even in the early evenings, there are no lights in what I assume is the living room.
I've seen a younger couple (my age) enter the house on occasion. Especially in the winter season there is a man who will shovel the walkway. Snow blow the driveway. And almost always carry in a bag or two of groceries. But normal meet-and-greet conversation with the house occupants? Not in the year we've owned this house. And we're around. All the time right now.
But last night (well really early this morning), I saw life. The television flashing through the pulled curtains. A rocking chair. And then a brief walk to another room. Unfortunately, my peeping observations end after that one feeding. By the 5:30am feeding time, the neighbor is gone. Sleeping I would assume. And I am back by myself. Watching the trickle of the early shift traffic (all 2 cars) pass by the house. And the clam movement of our plum tree in the front yard as the sun rises for another day.
Labels: baby, breastfeeding, life, neighborhood
