Confession Time

Bless me, for I have sinned.  It has been seven days since my husband's departure, and in that time I have:

Not made the bed.  I don't see the point if it's just me, because I'll only mess it up at night anyway.  And truly, unless the cats come visit I don't make much of a mess anyway.

Slept in the middle of the bed.  What bliss!  I never get the middle of the bed, I wake up at 3 am clutching the edge of the mattress and overheating.  It's really hard to be grumpy with someone whose only sin is to cuddle you, but it's hard to overheat too.  To have a whole bed, all to myself, has been a habit that will be really hard to break.

Not set the alarm clock.  Or rather, set the alarm clock to back up whatever time I have to get up.  Generally the cats wake me up demanding food before I actually have to get up.  When my husband is home, the alarm clock goes off at 6:30 am, no matter what time he has to get up.

Eaten chocolate at almost every meal.  Well, if not at every meal certainly between every meal.  This is a prime example of how not to eat healthy when you live alone.  And I know better.

Eating more takeout food than usual.  I know I had all kinds of good intentions when my husband left, and I really stuck to them for the first few days.  My son and grandpuppy ate supper with me both Saturday and Sunday, and I really did cook.  Then I stopped.


Not unloaded the dishwasher.  Since I'm not eating proper meals at regular hours, when the dishwasher got full I turned it on.  I haven't emptied it yet, I'm just washing the odd dish or glass that I dirty.

Watching whatever TV show I want to.  Which boils down to not watching any NHL playoff hockey.  It has been 7 days, and I don't know what's happened since Boston was eliminated.  This is a most unusual situation, sure to be remedied as soon as my husband regains custody of the remote control.  My personal taste runs more to documentaries and history or true crime (I know, I'm boring) whereas my husband enjoys a lot of sports.  He doesn't mind switching between channels when there are ads, but I get annoyed when I miss chunks of my programs, so it's easier to just tape what I want to see.  On the other hand I still have that baby afghan to finish, and her due date is approaching rapidly.  I'll have lots of time to knit as soon was the regular programming schedule is in place.


Of course I've really missed my husband.  Sleeping in the middle of the bed doesn't mean I haven't noticed that I'm alone.  And watching whatever I want means that there hasn't been anybody to discuss what I'm watching.  Obviously I take better care of cooking for two than I do when I'm only feeding myself.  I've had a lot of fun, I've taken some classes and day trips that were real treats, and I've enjoyed my "me" time.  But I'm looking forward to his return tomorrow night.