Home Alone

I am faced with the rather unusual situation of being home alone this weekend. That prospect always scares me just a little.

When my children were young, there were times when I would have paid dearly for a weekend in my house without anyone else at home. There were a few times when a single room with 4 white walls would have been a delightful escape from the realities of life. But my children are grown and the stability of my current life seldom makes me want solitude.

The irony is my busy schedule and the fact that my husband's sleep schedule is so radically different from mine result in many weeks when during the week days we probably don't spend more than a couple of hours in each other's presence. But there are so many signs that he's there. The trash gets taken out. The dogs get fed and let out. The newspaper and mail are brought in each day. Some sort of dinner is usually available. I never go to bed without a big juicy kiss. And a warm body shares my bed for at least 4 hours that I am in it every night.

So I am wondering how I will use all this open time this weekend? Services at TM tomorrow and lunch after with a friend, playing music with Deborah on Sunday morning – those are the only things on my agenda. So will I tackle another housecleaning project (hopefully not resulting in the disaster of the last one)? Or will I practice the piano? Or will I curl up with a good book? Or will I rent a movie? (...probably not since I have yet to be curious about how to run the DVD machine.)

I must now think about things like getting home sometime during the day on Monday before yoga to let the dogs out to pee.

For more reasons than help with the dogs, I will welcome my husband home on Tuesday. I just hope his visit to see his ailing mother in Detroit is a positive experience.