A Day To Myself

It is one of those days and I’m FREE!  Hubby leaves home at 6 a.m. and won’t be back until after dinner.  A day all to myself. I can do whatever I want to do.  No one to ask where I am going or when I will be back.  No “honey, while you are you would you get me . . . . . .”.   No checking the watch to be sure I’m home to get dinner ready.  Nope. None of those. A day to do whatever I want to do.

And that would be what?

The options are endless aren’t they?  Stay in bed for hours feeling deliciously decadent. Sit in my robe, drink coffee, listen to the world, and be quiet.  Watch movies all day watching the types of movies he doesn’t like to watch. Work on a house project that gets big and messy before it becomes organized like taking everything out of the linen closet and sorting and checking and giving away and putting back the best items in a neat fashion without needing to stop for lunch or “Honey, can you help me with this”. Old friends and long phone calls without being disturbed would be nice.  Perhaps go shopping or out to lunch without being asked where I was going or when I would be back.  Imagine, going to a mall and just walking and window shopping and maybe getting a snack and not being on any schedule. Going to the beach and sitting under an umbrella in the sand and letting my mind wander.

I could put my favorite music on and turn it up to the annoying level.  What about rearranging some furniture to see how it would look?  Maybe be practical and use the time to give his white underwear a good bleaching in hot water and double rinse so it would be nice and white and not smell like bleach.  Um, on second thought, I don’t want the white underwear thing to seem like magic, as though it just appears in the drawer.  Let’s leave that project for a day when he is home, just for the time effect. You know those energy efficient washers and dryers.  All the underwear with a double rinse and a full dry is a good 2 ½ hours.

And so, on one of those days, I will do one of those things.  I’ve done most of them.  Not the beach though, I haven’t done that one, and if I stay in bed too long my back lets me know that I need to get up.

Ah yes, a day all to me, myself, and I.  What shall I do the next time I have one of those days?

Do you ever have those days?  Want to have those days?  What do you do, or wish you could do? Do tell!

Every Day Is A Good Day.  VJ

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