Tuesday, September 27, 2011


Sometimes I think that what I want most is to be left alone.

To finish a thought, however shallow.

To use the water closet at my leisure.

To paint my nails (of the toe variety, cause painted fingernails make me feel like I am suffocating - apparently 60% of my oxygen is obtained by way of my fingertips).

Read a book.

Stare at the wall.

Drool. If I so choose.

You know, the usual stereotypical list every mother fantasizes over.

But for some reason, when Ty is home, I want to spend every moment with him, and so even when the children are asleep, I don't spend time alone (except almost every night while Ty is in meetings, but that doesn't count, because those are my sulking/feeling-sorry-for-myself nights, and it's hard to squeeze activities in on those nights).

When Ty is out of town, though, I realize that I really love having alone time.

The first night, when the kids are asleep and the house is quiet, I am giddy with all the possibilities: banana splits that I don't have to share, really dumb and girly tv shows, pinterest...

The second night is even better, because I have prioritized my lonesome activities and know that I don't have to do them all in one night.

But by the third night, I realize that alone time is a lot more fun with Ty around.

Cause tempting as it may be, talking to myself about ice cream toppings, bad acting, and my newest favorite saying that I want to cross stitch but never will is just not healthy.

And sleeping alone is the worst kind of poison.

If you think about it, being alone is deadly!

And I want to live.

Come home, Tyrone.

I'm wearing a skirt...


Jason said...

Amen. To all of it, except I'm not wearing a skirt. That sounded like code to me. As soon as kids are in bed at night, I assume my position on the loveseat and whatever time Jason gets home, he takes his spot next to me. And there we sit. No interruptions. Talking. Watching a favorite show or just hanging out. Our favorite time of the day. Of coarse I love our kids but we all know there's something special about bedtime! I'm sure there's productive things I could do at night, but I can't think of anything better than sitting with my hubby for a few hours. But I'm starting to get sad cuz we are entering the busy season where he will spend his life at his office, and I will see him for .2 seconds in the morning before he rushes out! Blah! I'm thankful for the work, but I will miss our couch time at night! Needless to say I will be having a lot of me time over the next few months!

Emily said...

That is why I love scout campouts! One night is just enough time for me to stay up late, eat ice cream for dinner, watch a lame chick flick and realize that I am happier when I go to bed early, I hate chick flicks, and the reason I have not crafted that fall wreath for my front door, or painted my front door for that matter, is not because I don't have time. (I still don't know what the real reason is, maybe I need to read more blog tutorials.) & I hate sleeping alone so much that I have been known to grab a small child in the middle of the night just to take up some space in the bed. So, yeah, I get it. :)