My hubby has been traveling a lot lately. This week he was gone 2 nights. Granted one of those nights he left at 10pm, but still, I slept alone!
Anyway, I’ve discovered I act a little differently when I know he’s not going to be home. For one, I’m messier. I try and I try to be neat and clean and put stuff away after I use it. I just can’t. It’s just not me. It would stress me out to be clean all the time. Last night I got undressed for bed and left my clothes in the middle of the bathroom floor. And they are still there. If my dh was home, I’d at least move them to the corner of the bathroom, so he could walk through!
I also don’t eat. Now, don’t get me wrong, I can eat with the best of them. Maybe even better than some. Bro. Jim always said I could put away more than most men he knows. Yesterday I made blueberry muffins. From scratch. With real blueberries. For dinner. And I ate about 6. I just don’t like to cook a meal for little old me. I always cook for Lydia, but usually cook something different because of her vegetarian tendencies…plus, I seem to do a little healthier for her than I do for me! But ugh, by the time I’ve done that there’s no way I’m going to cook an entree for me!
I’ve been spending a lot of time online. I’m caught up on my blogs and my playgroup. I even updated Lydia’s blog twice!
I’ve read some books–my new devotional which I do like and I’ll post about later. I’m also reading The Elevator by Angela Hunt. I got it via paperbackswap.com. Cha-ching!
I go to bed late. Last night I thought I’d go to bed early and then got 6 emails in my inbox, so I stayed up and replied to those and waited for them to reply. Putting me to bed at 10 and readig till 11. And Lydia got up at 6:30. What in the world?! I didn’t get her up until 7:30. She was fine. Just talking away.
I forget the laundry. Last night I ran downstairs to our spooky old basement to change the clothes over. Then I saw that I hadn’t put a new load in the washing machine. I must have known I would forget about them. Go me!
I like my alone time. But I’ll like it when my hubby gets home more!
