Home Alone

I found myself alone in the apartment for quite a bit of time on Saturday. I didn't like it. I didn't like it at all. Funny how that works. I thought about the years I was a carefree, single career girl, loved my independence. Loved living alone. Loved doing what I wanted, when I wanted. It took someone very special to make me want to give that up. It was Lou of course. I happily gave it up. Lou allowed me to maintain my independence however. We always had our own interests, in addition to being a couple. Lou had his golf, and tennis, and occasionally, poker with the guys. I had my dancing and the church choir in those days, and of course, my girlfriends. Then the kids came. My dancing days were over. All of my time went to work and family. That was how I wanted it. Lou cut his golf back to one day out of the weekend. We spent all of our time as a family, and as a couple too. Those were good days, very good days. I loved those days, we rode bikes, we picked apples, pumpkin farms, sledding, even skiing, we did all those fun family things. And of course, the kids got into activities and we spent all our time watching soccer, flag football, baseball, piano lessons, etc etc etc. All good. All of it. But I don't think I EVER EVER had time alone, AT ALL, during all those years. I'm quite sure of it! Occasionally, I know I craved it. Just an afternoon to myself....bliss. Fast forward. Here I am. Had an afternoon to myself. Didn't like it. Didn't like it at all. Funny how that works. All those years I would have loved one afternoon to myself. Now I have it. And I don't want it. Don't want it at all. How ironic.