Mr. Lovely was away this weekend. And I’m not gonna lie — when he left, I kind of felt like a kid whose parents left town and suddenly was given the run of the house. Except instead of throwing a rager and wrecking the joint, one of my best girlfriends came over to paint our toes and watch episodes of Keeping up with the Kardashians. (Wild and crazy times, I know.)
But I got to thinking about why I was kind of excited about having the house to myself. I mean, I obviously love being with my husband daily. And by the end of the weekend, I literally sent him a text that said “Okay this isn’t fun any more, come back now please.” Ha! But for the majority of the weekend, I was having a good ol’ time all by my lonesome.
Maybe it’s because our apartment is so tiny and just to be in it by yourself is refreshing. Or maybe it’s because I lived alone for so long, and it was a like a little flashback of that, where you don’t have to answer to anyone but yourself. I think that might be the nitty gritty of it — that for even just a day or two, I was literally doing anything I pleased (Kardashian marathon included). And not that it’s a way that I’d want to live all day, every day; after all, I love having people to care for and spend time with. But it’s more like a mini-vacation… Where you don’t go anywhere.
Anybody feelin’ me here? What’s your own version of a Kardashian marathon — if you had a weekend all to yourself, what would you be doing? xoxo