Mr. was out of town this past week and I can't get past the fact that I actually enjoyed this alone time. This is the first time since our wedding that we’ve been apart for this long, and I thought I would be awfully lonely and miss the heck out him. Of course he was missed, but I feel like I enjoyed this pseudo single week a bit too much. My first guilty pleasure was climbing into the middle of our bed and stretching out (making sheet angels). But the next day when I came home and it looked exactly how it did when I left that morning…oh now that was Divine. No shoes to pick up in the foyer, the bed was made, no dishes in the sink, and I walked into complete silence. This reminded me so much of my single days in NYC. To top it off, I went to pull out something for dinner and realized it was only me! YES!! Lean Cuisine and a glass of Moscatto…PRICELESS. I sat down in front of the TV and actually got a chance to catch up on some of my shows. Went on my balcony and I honestly forgot how much I enjoyed being by myself.
Tuesday-I worked later than normal and once I got home I prepped dinner for my "Girls-Night In" on
Wednesday, worked on some things for my blog and it was bed time before I knew it. My mind was completely occupied so that empty feeling of missing my mate had not snuck up on me yet.
Wednesday-I had some of my girlfriends over to keep me company and we enjoyed good food (Pot roast that slow cooked all day-a recipe I borrowed from Surviving Motherhood, corn, and mashed potatoes), great conversation and of course wine. I had a fabulous time, this was actually the first time since living in Chicago that I had a girls night in. It reminded me of my Sex and the city parties I used to have.
But uhmmmm....Still not missing Mr.
Thursday-I woke up soo sleepy. I guess this means that I'm getting "wiser" because I wanted to call off so bad. I was sleepy from the late night. I remember staying up until the wee hours and then getting up early to go to class or work and it did not faze me one bit. Uh huh...not anymore. I forced myself to get ready for work and I'm glad I did. Because that night it hit me...I missed Mr. and really really bad. I watched "I didn't know I was pregnant and got a little weepy, so I went to bed. I had a few sad moments but I was good.
Friday-My cousin from back east paid me a visit and I had a really good time with her. Once she left I was home alone, on a Friday. This Friday seemed very lonely.
Saturday-I went for a walk on the lakefront, came home and cleaned. Missing Mr. Then I watched lifetime all day. Around 5 I got ready for girls night out, put on my pumps and sashayed out the house. Feeling and looking great! I had a few margaritas and hung out with the girls. Came home smiling and feeling content because I knew hubby would be home tomorrow.
Sunday-I again walked on the lakefront met with the organizer of Real Wives of Chicago to discuss our upcoming Shopping Extravaganza. I made some steak tacos and Sangria and it was yummy! I worked on Sassy Wives Mentoring program in which details will be posted soon and then I waited…waited…and waited..
10’oclck. Mr. came through the door and I ran and gave him a big hug and kiss. I was so happy to have him home. I fixed him a plate, talked to him about my week and showed him my new business card design.
Its two days later and I am still happy to have my hubby home…but Lifetime is no longer the default channel in my living room, shoes are in the foyer, dishes are in the sink and I am back on the right side of the bed again.
And to be honest... I love every minute of it.
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