All's quiet on the eastern coast

I'm here alone. Nothing but the sound of the towels tumbling in the dryer.

Not that DH's family is loud or messy, but there's something about the quiet that descends upon the house when everyone leaves. Definitely my moment of zen. No more suitcases or air mattresses on the floor. No small juice glasses left on the bathroom counter. (an aside - does anyone else keep a glass in the bathroom? I've never seen it except for when they visit. Weird.)

Still, in a way, it's a sad quiet. Yes, I have my house back, there were times that I thought what more can we talk about, and if I had to do another load of dishes I'd pass out. But life goes back to normal and I miss them.