Ssshhhh … do you hear that?
I have the house to myself until tomorrow. Or maybe even Tuesday.
Tim and the kids are in Iowa visiting Tim’s family.
You may be wondering how I managed to get the weekend to myself. It was pretty easy, actually. Tim decided that since money is a concern (what with me being unemployed) we would not be getting a hotel but instead would be crashing at his sisters’ houses. None of them have guest rooms, so this would presumably mean couches and air mattresses. That doesn’t sound very pleasant to me (especially being pregnant), and I told him as much. He said “Fine, stay home then.”
Of course I deferred, saying that I couldn’t miss our annual visit to see his relatives. However, after about the tenth time we had an exchange similar to the one above, I said “Fine, maybe I will.” And he encouraged me to! Tim said that since I’d never had a weekend (or even a night) to myself since Little Sister was born, I deserved a few days to myself. (He and Book Boy did give me a couple of days alone as a Christmas present one year – they went to my parents’ house for the weekend. It was great, but it was also about six years ago.)
So, I’ve had the house to myself since yesterday afternoon. And it’s been perfectly lovely.
(Of course I miss the kids and Tim. But … not quite enough to wish they were home yet.)