What I didn’t say here was that Vince left Sunday to go out of town for a week. Chad left Sunday to go back to school. And, I was home alone for a week. As one who always says I love to be home alone . . what I really mean is I love some time each day home alone. I do not like having no one here to share breakfast. I do not like having lunch alone. I do not like dinner at the table by myself. But worst of all . . when it gets dark, I’m so scared. On Sunday night, when it got dark, some little voice inside told me . . you are not going to make it five nights alone! But then I said that that little voice . . you have no choice!
For a week I sewed, I knitted, I did only what I wanted to do. I cooked things I wanted to cook. How about an avocado and tamales, along with a Dr. Pepper for dinner?
About noon today I stopped sewing. I stopped knitting. I vacuumed, I cleaned bathrooms, I mopped, I dusted . . in just a few hours, it looked like I’d slaved all week. I made a pizza so Chad could have dinner when he got home about 4 and wouldn’t you know it . . Vince got home about 5 minutes before Chad did and it looked like I planned to have a pizza come out of the oven when he walked in the door. Good wife! 🙂
Vince found a cheese shop while he was gone.
Vince found a bakery.
Vince found a new toy for Speck.
I’m glad Chad is home for the weekend. I’m glad Vince is home and I don’t have to take that 10 p.m. walk with Speck . . in the dark! Things are back to normal at my house.