I’m writing to you in recovery mode, trying my hardest to type with sore hands and wrists from a very wacky week indeed.
OUR CAR IS HERE!!!
Great news, huh? Shipping the car from Hawaii to NY/NJ took about five weeks? Was it more? I can’t keep time straight anymore. Anyways, we got an email that our car was due in, and then I was struck with a brilliant idea: why don’t you make it a boys’ trip to NYC to go get the whip, and I’ll stay here with the doggies and work, etc.
Are you reading between the lines dear friends?
As a Marine wife, going through deployments and all that long distance junk… you learn this wonderful appreciation for when your husband is actually home. I feel like our time apart via circumstance has led to all the more cherish our moments together.
But like all things in life, there’s a flip side too: you learn to become quite independent and don’t so much mind some alone time. I’ve always been pretty self-sufficient when it comes to the entertainment department, I can keep myself busy for days with all my hobbies, interests, books, projects, running and what not. So it’s not like I flounder and freak out if left to myself for a bit.
And quiet? Oh I relish the quiet. The peace. Ahhh.
So yeah, I basically booked their airfare, schlepped them to the nearest plane harbor and said “don’t let the door hit ya…” as I gazed upon two-point-five days of sweet, sweet loneliness. Yes, I still had to work- but I’m calling it “my staycation” because I got to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted.
Real Housewives of NYC, OC, and NJ? I’m all caught up. Don’t Be Tardy For The Wedding, too. I even had time to squeeze in some documentaries AND watch the Bravo marathon of last season’s Million Dollar Listing LA.
I slept on the couch. I stayed up very late, and then slept in – just the way I like it.
I went running, did my yoga, worked out at home- all whenever I wanted to do.
I ate microwaved s’mores for just about every meal.
You think I’m kidding? It’s no joke. (New diet starts this upcoming week, so I say s’more ’em if you got ’em).
I ATE AS MANY BANANA ICE POPS AS I WANTED. I enjoyed each and every one without the stink eye from Duggs-the-cheapo as he frets about the cost of my recent addiction to these crazy good popsicles.
I am even so B.A. that I went out and bought another, secret, box – married the two – and went nuts. No holds bar.
In college (and for a while thereafter) I used to always calculate things in beer-math, all money was divisible by $5.99 – the cost of a Natty Light 12pack back then. Now a days, it’s ice pop math. How many pops can I get for that?
And the chores. Oh the chores!!
This house is so clean, so spotless – I just went nuts.
I worked so hard yesterday that I did like three and half straight hours of work, and I was dripping with sweat and exhausted afterwards. I literally went around the whole house scrubbing, washing, dusting every surface.
I cleaned the floor Cinderella-style.
I washed the walls! THE WALLS! I scrubbed the toilet and the tub, did the dishes till there weren’t any left. Then I cleaned out the fridge and washed all of the tupperware.
Oh how I love a neat and tidy home. It just feels so calm.
I had to work during the day, but because it was quiet I was super productive. I worked on a weird schedule too, and I used every table in the house to spread out…
The only downside? My two and a half days of me-time came and went all too quickly, and there was still half a to-do list I didn’t even touch. It’s probably for the best though, I’m whooped and tired as it is.
And even though I love my quiet and love being a reclusive loner when I get the chance… it is great to have the house full again and for everyone to be here. Okay, I LOVE having my husband back home, and being the smitten little love birds we are, we both randomly woke up at 5am and ended up staying up for an hour, giggling and chit chatting as he told me about the fun they had in NYC… and yes, I ate that middle-of-the-night pop I had a hankering for.
Staycation is great, but having a packed house with a weekend of fun things to do is the best! Speaking of- I do believe we have a Crazy-80 birthday party to get going to, so I’ll sign off for now. Hope you’re all having lovely, happy weekends.
As always, thanks for reading!! xoxo, hhr
PS: Am I super lame that this is how I choose to spend my alone time? I mean… it was the middle of the work week. At least give me that!