On Sunday afternoon I handed over all three remaining chillens’ to a youth pastor who took them to church camp across the state. For one week, someone else took care of all three of my younger boys.
My house is empty.
For the first time in my *cough* 38 years… I have the entire day to myself. For an entire week no less! It’s also the first time my dentist man and I have ever been alone.
I wasn’t quite sure what to do with this?
I will admit there has been some nekedness involved, merely because I could. Not to mention it’s been hot as heck here!
No, we don’t live in Death Valley and no, that wasn’t directly in the sun. INSANE!
What did I do with all my new-found time alone? Not much actually. I took the time to clean (and have it stay that way). Made some homemade ramen noodles, soon to be attempted in a gluten-free version and had some long discussions with the dogs.
Can you tell they’re listening?
Oh and had a lovely date night. We’ve actually been sneaking pre-made Amy’s meals all week. Mmmmmm!
Mid-week the oldest called since he knew I was going a bit stir-crazy. It was nice to catch up and hear his voice. Eight hours is a long time to go without a conversation I’ve discovered.
Next year I may be more prepared for this week. Plan something a bit more exciting or go somewhere, but for this year, the experience was enough for me. To be alone.
I pick them up at 2:00 tomorrow and while I’m enjoying getting to hear my own thoughts a bit, I will be ecstatic to hear the boys’ craziness again.
Even if that means putting bottoms back on.
No worries for my neighbors, there was a sundress involved in this picture.