55 Hours

I have been alone for 55 hours.

Fifty.

Five.

Hours.

Mr. Right took the kids camping on Thursday. I didn’t post about it because I didn’t want some random Burt Reynolds fan freak to figure out where I live and murder me.

I guess as of right now, it has only been about 51 hours, but they won’t return for awhile yet, so 55 total. That’s why I have to hurry up and post this because I need to savor the final alone time.

It is a bit like getting a weekend pass out of Attica.

Or so I imagine.

The gloriousness of that time can not be fully expressed by me. There just aren’t adequate words.

Silence.

Lunch alone.

Wine & books.

Wine & toenail painting.

Wine and girl movies. (Bridges of Madison County, My Best Friend’s Wedding, Hope Floats & Steel Magnolias)

Uninterrupted movie time at that. I never had to pause it unless I wanted to. Well, except for when Buddy would bark at some random inanimate object and I would have to investigate to make sure I was not living in Amityville Horror or somewhere like that.

Thursday I never left the house, I did everything in the previous pictures. Friday I went to the thrift store (duh) unfettered by time constraints. I also hit Target, Kohls and Gymboree. Then I stopped for a couple glasses of wine and some chips and salsa. I read my people magazine and my book and just hung out. Shopped a little more and then came home and watched another movie and ate some M&M’s and peeps.

Way behind on my peep consumption this year.

Took a late nap and then woke up at 8pm and read my book until midnight.

Got up early this morning and took Buddy on a 5 mile hike on the new mountain trail by the house. Made sure to text my sister in law when I left AND returned so I didn’t end up like the 127 hours guy.

Now I am just hanging out and waiting for the return.

I think I smell them.

I’m out! Can’t waste my last couple of hours.

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About Janice

I am 40 years old. Loving life and (finally) being a grown up. I have 3 great kids that sometimes make me want to drink copious amounts of wine. I have been married to my amazing husband since 2001. I have more great girlfriends than you can shake the proverbial stick at. Join me in this adventure that is my life.
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One Response to 55 Hours

  1. Kristin says:

    I am so freaking jealous!

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