Here I am again, still completely and utterly alone and unattended.
|image thanks to woodsy|
And loving every single moment!
Sure there might have been a nano second or two where I thought perhaps I should have felt even just a tiny bit guilty for either a) not bring the apparently sick yet miraculously healed child home or b) keeping Mr A company at his work do, but rest assured it passed pretty quickly once I remembered just how darn amazing it felt to be on my lonesome.
Naturally the writer in me says quick full steam ahead to writers land, get out all those jumbled ideas that rattle around on a daily basis just waiting for the moment to be shared. Which of course is why I am here right now. Not surprisingly said jumbled ideas and thoughts seem to have disappeared, without a hint of a trace of reappearing. Isn't that always the way
In fact sometimes I wonder why I even bother trying to hold on to the hope that one day, just maybe I could be considered as a real writer. But then I tell myself a life without a dream to chase is no life at all. Aside I have a blog that makes me a writer doesn't it? (insert giggles as all the real writers in the world scream at me that blogging is not writing while all the other wanna be writers cheer me on)
The magic of the silence has just been broken. Mr A, decided to drag his sorry self down stairs and ruin my final moments of solace. Asking me to pack away all my craft supplies that are spread over the couch was perhaps not his best idea either. I have little to no sympathy for those with a hangover and fail to see how his self induced headache takes priority over my desire to create at some point today.
The return to the no me time has already begun. I am sure it is not too long till the children need to be collected and the craziness and noise completely return.
Sigh, sigh and double sigh. Though really I guess that last one should be a triple sigh really shouldn't it?
But I should not complain because blessed is what I am.
Instead I will enjoy the final mouthfuls of my now cold but still awesome coffee. As empty as it may now be, the inside of me is filled with a wonderful renewed energy, readying me not just for today but the entire week ahead.
Aaaaah, hangovers. How little we pity those who have them, and how much we crave pity when we have them!ReplyDelete
I hope your return to noise and no me time is surprisingly pleasant. x
I really relate to this post. I am an extrovert but also really enjoy being alone. It is one of the things about becoming a parent that shocked me. I never really understood how much I needed that alone time and now I do. So when I get it I really savor it. Though I always remember how lucky I am to have got the chance to be a parent. Money MummyReplyDelete
I read this and yesterdays post, and it made me I crave solitude so badly. So glad you had some time to become yourself as we often get swallowed up by our duties. Really nice to get some insight into you're head and realise you too have ideas jumbled up in you're head, this blogging is great but I think it is driving me a lil crazy, with wanting to write all the time and not being able to, but if we are not living then there is nothing to write about. Ok over and out. Hope you're renewed energy remains strong for you're week ahead!ReplyDelete
Oh how I'd love to have my entire house to myself for THE WHOLE DAY, imagine it? We could get so much done! And yes I had a hangover on Sunday but didn't let it slow me down, I took kids for a swim, jumped in muddy puddles, had a high tea, cook tea, did 4 loads of washing, the dishes, tidied the house and then CRASHED! If I was a man with a hangover I'd stay asleep on the couch all day xReplyDelete
oh oh!! Did you get the vacuum out? I lurve getting the vacuum out on morning people are hung over. I get a little tickle of "bahahaha sucked in" going on lolReplyDelete