My favorite day of the week is Monday. The kids go back to
school, the husband goes back to work, and I get the house to myself.
It’s not that I don’t love them to pieces. I do. And I love
having them home and doing things with them and spending time with them. But I need
my alone time, and after a weekend where my routine changes significantly, I
need Monday to regroup.
Today is the first time I’ve had the house to myself in 13
days. Thirteen! First, the Princess was home recovering from having her wisdom
teeth removed. Then we were all preparing for and participating in Passover
seders. Then Banana Girl and I went college shopping.
And now everyone has gone back to their regularly scheduled
activities, leaving me home alone in silence.
It’s not that I don’t like people, but if I don’t get a
certain amount of alone time, I start to go a little crazy (or crazier than
usual). So I will take advantage of the next six hours to do whatever I need to
get done. I’ll clean, getting everything just right until everyone comes home
and messes it all back up again. I’ll do the piles of laundry that have been
sitting waiting for me (my husband did all of the other laundry, so I’m not
complaining at all). I’ll edit, since I’m on deadline again. I’ll probably talk
to myself (I tend to do that a lot), but no one will be around to hear me,
wonder if I’m talking to them, wonder why I’m talking to myself when they’re
around, or complain. And all the while I’ll get my head into gear so that when
everyone comes home six hours from now I can be the sane, rational person they’re
hoping I’ll be.
I'm the same way, Jennifer. There's nothing wrong with needing time alone at all. :)
ReplyDeleteNice to find a kindred soul. :) Enjoy your time alone!
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