The singular best thing about being home ALONE for a holiday weekend might just be having control of the T.V. remote.
As you may have guessed, Kevin and the kids went away for the long weekend. They hit the snowy trails of the Atlantic Northeast with some relatives while I opted to stay behind in a warm, peaceful and quiet house.
I enjoy skiing but one trip a year, and I’m good. After that you’re on your own. And I already put in my time this year so when Kevin suggested another trip over the weekend, I said, “Have fun. See ya on Monday.”
I was looking forward to time by myself.
I had it all planned out, and while I knew the time alone would be renewing, I absolutely savored every second of it. I read and wrote everyday, and at night I got to watch whatever show I wanted without having to listen to anyone complain. That’s a rarity in this house. Although I don’t watch a ton of T.V. or have any shows to which I’m committed, it’s still nice at the end of the day to put on a program you actually have an interest in viewing.
Rather than being subjected to endless hours of Finding Big Foot, in which no one ever finds Big Foot because he’s a mythical creature, or back to back episodes of Gold Rush, in which nobody ever finds gold or anything else even remotely interesting, or the random Ancient Aliens program, which let’s face it is just plain ridiculous (I don’t want to watch shows on current aliens let alone ancient ones), I watched hours and hours of Love It or List It and the whole first season of Girls, which I got on DVD for Christmas because we don’t have HBO, and even if we did have HBO I wouldn’t be able to watch Girls because Kevin would be too busy monopolizing the T.V. (We have two T.V.’s, but Kevin prefers to watch his programs on mine.)
My hopes and dreams may not sound like much, but having them met this weekend was everything to me. I could do what I wanted when I wanted. When does that ever happen? I was free. The weight I normally carry around was lifted, and I decided I really love freedom.
For three solid days I didn’t have to nag the kids about school work. I didn’t have to nag the kids about cleaning up their rooms. I didn’t have to nag the kids about brushing their teeth or putting their dishes away or getting ready for bedtime or practicing their guitars or taking a bath or making their beds. I didn’t have to monitor the kids’ time on the computer or ipod or video games or T.V. I didn’t have to plan and coordinate anyone’s schedules. I didn’t have to drive anyone to basketball practice or lacrosse practice or any other kind of practice. I didn’t have to do any household chores (the house never got dirty). I never once made a meal – I think I even lost a little weight. I was responsible for just myself. Can you imagine? And it’s really nice being responsible for only one person. I wondered why this can only happen a few days out of the year.
During this time alone I realized I could be quite happy reading and writing and never leaving my home. I realized I could easily fall into the hermit lifestyle. In fact, I believe the hermit lifestyle is the right one for me.
My time home alone was so wonderful, I may never go skiing again. Or I may continue with my one trip policy, but then my family must go once a year without me. In fact, it’s going to be mandatory.
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