i’m not going to lie to you. i like my “alone” time. i’ve theorized about this and decided that its probably because i was an only child for a while. see, only children spend the majority of their time by themselves, playing and doing whatever they want. oh sure they have neighborhood/school/church friends, but that lasts what — an afternoon? and then later its back to the house by yourself. and why not. being alone is pretty great. you get to choose what you want to do. what you want to wear. what you want to eat. whether you want to bathe. you’re by yourself and no one is going to judge you. and its GREAT. bub sometimes goes to play his various kinds of “ball” in the evenings during the school season. he’ll look at me with his sad trapped animal eyes and say “do you want me to stay here with you?” and i’ll sigh and say “oh no its fine… you can go” — i don’t want him to feel too good about leaving me at home. and then he’ll look a little guilty — and then i’ll smile a little. by now he’s onto me — he’ll know — ha ha. i am secretly happy about him going! darn, i wanted a little guilt. but no its good cause i get to be home doing my thing ALONE.
