I’ve had ample opportunity in the past several weeks to spend quite a bit of time by myself. I’m not one to enjoy being completely alone, especially for long periods of time, but it has certainly been an interesting experience. I’ve learned a lot about myself…
- If given the opportunity, I will forgo dinner and eat frosted donettes. This is not a good thing. But it’s a think, apparently.
- Even though I won’t cook myself dinner, I will cook… for absolutely no one and then put it in the fridge for when someone finally comes home.
- I’ll watch and re-watch the same things over and over again. What? I’ve watched this episode of Downton Abby last week? Oh well, I’ll just watch it again.
- I find myself sneaking into the kids’ room and staring at their empty beds.
- I like to listen to the frogs in the marsh behind my house.
- I barricade the front door if I know Tim isn’t coming home. After all, I’d need warning and time to arm myself should I have an intruder. 🙂
- I talk to the cat… a lot.
- I talk to myself… a lot.
- I stay up way too late (probably because I’m cooking for all those invisible guests.)
- I have every intention of watching a movie I’ve never seen, but you know… see #3.