Recently my husband and son went on a trip to England. As I haven't been alone in quite some time, I had very little idea of what would happen. Here is my experience so far:
Not as lonely as I’d feared. Cleaned the house today and it has stayed clean for four hours so far. That’s 3 hours and 55 minutes longer than average, a miracle. Was not too nostalgic as I picked up tiny Lego pieces off the floor, cleaned bright green globs of toothpaste from the sink and removed tiny orange handprints from various surfaces. Dinner of mac & cheese and ice cream with my favourite tv show, uninterrupted. The good diet will start tomorrow. :) Tired after my early start to the day (3:30). Is 8pm too early to go to bed?
It was hard to get out of bed this morning, knowing that there would be no snuggly cuddles with Oscar (and with the absence of Richard’s alarm being snoozed twice before mine goes off once). When I finally did drag myself out of bed the house was still immaculate but incredible empty. Over breakfast I realized that silence is a sound, and it was very loud. The rest of the day went better. We did some experimental drone flying at work which was quite a thrill and after work I had a bite and a drink at Legends with Marie, a new friend from work (who took pity on me complaining about going home to an empty house, bless her). Had carrot sticks for dinner and went to bed early.
Getting used to being on my own. Still struggling a bit to get out of bed but I’m already developing my own morning routines. At work I named our new Inspire 1 drone “TK-471.” I will be impressed with anyone who knows why. Skyped with Rich and Ozzie at lunchtime and they seem to be enjoying themselves. As expected, I got a quick hello from Ozzie and then he was off playing with his cousins. Most of the time I am fairly pleased with myself to have such an independent boy with no attachment to his mother’s apron strings but at times I long to hear to words “I want my mummy.”
Oops, haven’t been very good at keeping this log. Let’s see, day five I went out on the town and had a bit too much fun. Day six was occupied by being hung over and swearing I would never drink again. Day seven I had my first shoot with the drone and managed to get some decent footage despite numerous technical glitches. At one point the drone just decided to take off, and went so far we couldn’t see it anymore and at a another point it decided to land just as we were about to get our shot. TK-471 is a bit of a diva, to be honest. Or maybe it has passed to the dark side of the force. Thankfully my co-worker Elijah a) arrived on time, which is actually quite impressive and b) remained calm in the face of adversity. On day eight the main event was my frozen Spicy Thai Chicken Dinner which did not resemble the photo on the package whatsoever but tasted, I suspect, much like the cardboard the photo was printed on. Today I had a photo shoot at the Wheelhouse which brought back memories of my photographer days. It was actually quite a novelty to be totally confident in my work for a change, photography is pretty second nature for me after all these years. My effort in creating dinners has degraded from cooking a frozen meal, to snacking on cucumber, carrot sticks, hard boiled eggs and avocado. Those do still involve some effort peeling and slicing, so I'm anticipating a diet of nuts and apples next. Cooking for one is just no fun. Of course, also still missing Richard and Oscar like crazy and suffering from Oscar hug withdrawal. Also, I'm fairly certain there's a ghost in the house since my pepper has fallen over by itself twice, once while I was home.
I promise to endeavour to log tomorrow. In my mind I have an avid fan who eagerly checks this blog for updates every day and since I do not want to disappoint my imaginary friend, I will write about my life alone, no matter how mundane. :)