Aloner

I have ever other Friday and Monday off and the Mr. has practice every Thursday evening. I am more or less home alone during those times. Mmmmm. I love being home alone.
When I'm home alone I wear pajama pants and sweatshirts. I wash my face of all my make up, take out my contacts and pull my hair off my face with whatever holds it. I do lots of house work because I enjoy it instead of feeling like I'm the only one working if other people are at home with me. I rarely turn on the television unless an old movie I love is on. I often listen to worship music but not blasting so loud my ear drums bleed like some people I know (coughdeancough).
I turn down the beds and turn on soft bedside lights so when my family comes home they find a welcoming place to rest at the end of along day. I burn candles that smell green. I only open the windows if it's very warm out and I might turn on the furnace even if it's seventy degrees because I'm always cold but no one else is. I usually don't over eat if I'm home alone. I read in between loads of laundry. I write blogs and e-mails. I take pictures of Donny.
I might call my mom or my sister for a chat without loud men laughing in the background. I don't leave to do errands because home alone time is too rare to waste. I don't sleep in because leisurely mornings are the best part of home alone. I make homemade soup and jello mash. I sweep up dust bunnies and iron a week's worth of clothes for work. I use my foot spa and give myself a no-polish manicure. I try on clothes that I worry I've outgrown to prove to myself that I haven't or inspire myself to cut down. I make lists of staff that I need to send a card to or do something special for. I think quietly and come up with marvelous ideas that I am usually too busy to think through and then I write them down so I will look brilliant later.
I pray sometimes while making iced tea and sometimes on my knees while I cry. I think about how impossible it is that three out of my four grandparents are dead because they are so tangible to me that I sometimes forget they are everything to me except here now. I make big plans that I may or may not accomplish. I think about mistakes and decide whether they need fixing or forgetting and then I do one or the other.
I lay on my back on the carpet and do leg lifts and stretches and tighten my core and pull my tummy toward my spine. I think about how good it feels and decide to do Pilates every morning before work.
I take the time to search for the earrings or the shoes or the socks I haven't been able to find for a month.
I write events on my fridge calendar.
I love being home alone.