When The Tom Cats Away...
I had 16 hours of blissful aloneness! Each year our church sponsors a Father and Sons Outing, Daddies get to take their sons to a camp out with other men in the congregation.
For women with daughters this is a fun chance to have a girls night. For me, solitude, silence, no one to share with, my shows, no interruptions...
Here's a list of what I do when left alone.
Clean the house, because having it stay done for longer than 20 seconds is so worth it.
Plant tomatoes, no helpers, no one mixing up the plant tags so I don't know if I'm planting canning tomatoes or grape tomatoes, no one washing away the plants because they insist on watering with the hose on high.
Clean off my desk, do you see a trend here, I might be organized and immaculate if I had more me time.
Mop the floor, naked, how often do I get to wander my house the way God made me (well the way food made me), without freaking out my teenagers and getting my squishies goosed by my youngest.
Take a lonnnnng hot shower, by myself, no one climbing in, or pounding on the door or searching the house shrieking MOM, MOM, MOMMMM! over and over and over.
Talk on the phone while cooking a tiny little dinner, just for me. I nearly started a house fire cooking homemade french fries which I love but hate cooking for my crowd. For a moment as the smoke billowed I thought it might be fun to have some cute firemen show up ;) Then I remembered, "Oh yeah, my life is all about cute little men and their hoses, never mind!"
Eat boxes of Good and Plenty's and Crow's without having to share. The resulting tummy ache reinforced what I always sweetly remind my children, "STINKIN' SHARE WITH YOUR BROTHERS OR I'LL THROW IT ALL IN THE GARBAGE!" Er, did I mention I say it SO sweetly?
Sort socks, I deeply despise all things laundry, mostly because it's a process that just goes on and on and on and on, with unending interruptions that mess the whole process up. But, sorting socks, all by myself, while watching back to back "House" episodes, not bad!
TV, I am so sick of Dora and Diego and Disney Afternoon shows, and Discovery and History Channel. What fun, numbing my mind with my own programming selections until I fall asleep on the couch.
Sleep diagonally across the bed with no little bed buddies, don't mind the big bed buddy so much. Ahhhhhhh! Sleeping in until I wake up! Super Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
I know, I know, left alone I'm 5 or 6 cats away from a loony old lady, sorry mom, but oh the joys of time alone!