Why is it that as soon as anyone hears that I am to be “home alone” for a few days, they immediately make the assumption that I will be lonely, or make the suggestions that I either visit them, or worse still, they visit me? “You know what you should do…” a statement that under any circumstances is guaranteed to make me bristle is not what I am open to on this occasion for sure!
Do they not realise that I am a woman who is rarely “alone”? I work all day with people and I come home to people. That is in no way a complaint, it is an observation, a fact.
Can they not imagine for a microsecond that I might enjoy the utter silence of an empty home for a few days? Have they never experienced the relief of not having to plan meals, or accommodate the needs of others, for a short while? The joy of having the entire bed to oneself? To eat without having to share, or hide if it is something special?
Sleep when one wants, rise when one wants, well, when the dog will allow maybe, but at least without guilt.
Lordy, me I have been daydreaming and fantasising about my “home alone” stay cation for the last couple of weeks. Sometimes is it a small life indeed, but oh the small joys it delivers !
So, next time I tell you I am home alone, wish me joy and fun and utter self indulgence, and we will both be fine. In fact, you will continue to live another day.