Oct 4, 2010

Home Alone

I don't know if it's because I'm an only child and had to know how to entertain myself, but I enjoy the occasional home alone nights. When DH has to work late, it means it's a quiet night for me to watch what I want, while doing my nails after having carefully performed a blue-wax lip hair removal treatment. (Listen! I'm Mediterranean, it's in the genes!).

My parents were young when they had me and enjoyed a very social life. While I grew up with a lot of love (I'm still incredibly close with my parents), I was often left to keep myself occupied. My parents bought me lots of great dolls, games and books. But I have very few memories of actually playing with my parents. I loved TV, which I guess helped pass the time without needing company. I watched my shows (from cartoons to series that would probably be deemed inappropriate for children) and listened to a lot of music in my room. Played with my dolls and games. At night, no one ever read to me: I had these books-on-tape things and I'd just put on my walkman and turn the pages until I was ready to go to sleep. I think I was probably doing such a good job at being on my own without ever getting into trouble that my parents began to let me babysit myself at age 6! Something that is unfathomable to me today. (I'm smelling a new blog entry here: "Fucked up things my parents did that I would never do!" More to come.)

So, point is, I grew up with a capacity to just make the time pass... Up until I met DH, I always liked being alone. Sure, I had friends to go out with and boyfriends to bring back home, but at the end of the day, I liked my own company just as much. I knew DH was the one when life with him was better, brighter and more fun than when I was on my own. In fact, 99% of the time, I want him by my side.

But on occasion, I enjoy spending a night or a day on my own (I threw in the "day" part as wishful thinking, of course). Free to do whatever I want. Minutes turn into hours and I can honestly say, I had a great time all by myself. When I have the privilege of having my babysitter for the day, I doll-up for no one else other than myself and do a little window shopping, go for lunch and end the day with a nice latte somewhere fancy. All without ever feeling the need to call a single soul.

While no one would label me anti-social (No really. I promise I have lots of friends), I relish the quiet, the silence. And perhaps because I get so little of it these days, a night like this one is just worth sharing with all of you.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

4 comments:

Nico said...

I'm with you! DH used to travel a lot for work so I was essentially on my own M-W, and to be honest, I kinda liked it - time to do my own things (which was a lot of socializing with my friends, he's much more of a homebody than I am), and then I got to enjoy the weekends with him. These day's he's not travelling much at all, and I kinda miss those nights of getting to watch my junky tv :) It is nice to have him home to help with the kids though, that's for sure!!

And I don't have all that many memories of playing with my parents either. But I'm not sure if that really was the case or just that my memory is atrocious.

WhisperingWriter said...

I know exactly how you feel. I don't mind my alone time since I was an only child and grew up entertaining myself a lot of the time.

JJ said...

Mook has been gone 5 days a week this entire year...except for the next 3 weeks. I miss him terribly when hes gone, but I also REALLY enjoy my me time and Ive gotten on such a schedule.
I love me time!

Shell said...

I NEED that time alone or I start getting cranky.

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