Friday, January 9, 2009

The Sound of Silence


Six years ago, when my husband and I were first dating, I offered to accompany him on a grocery shopping trip to Winn Dixie just because I wanted to spend as many hours in a day with him as possible. And on said grocery shopping excursion, I even pretended that his love of Kraft cheese singles, Hormel Chili, and Lucky Charms (likely to be consumed in the same day) wasn't completely revolting. When he left town (for an agonizing 48 hours), I would sleep over at his empty apartment because it made me feel like I missed him a little less -- it's embarrassing to say that out loud. How things change...


My husband just left town for two weeks and the liberating feeling is indescribable. It's bliss. I'm not saying that I won't be glad when he returns; I'm just saying that I am very much enjoying:


1) not having to devise covert operations for smuggling newly purchased goods in the front door to avoid a "how much did that cost" inquiry;


2) having total control over the television and not being subjected to endless hours of political talk shows;


3) sweet talk to my dog (a/k/a the only perfect man in my life) without ridicule;


4) keeping the house squeeky clean and tidy;


5) girls' night in, girls' day out, girls' night out, etc.;


6) being able to make whatever I want for dinner without having someone call my vegan food disgusting (which takes a lot of nerve coming from someone who has devolved from Kraft cheese slices to generic processed cheese slices);


7) not sharing my king size bed and being able to ALWAYS find a cool spot -- and enjoying four pillows instead of two;


8) being able to fall asleep in the dark rather than under the glow of husband's reading lights and with the sound of a newspaper or the pages of a book;


9) not nagging; and


10) watching Girls Just Want to Have Fun while playing hours of internet Scrabble -- enjoying 1980s kitch while indulging in dorky online board games would never be possible in a million years if I wasn't enjoying total solitude.


Fourteen days. Half a month. And it's mine .....aalllllll miiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnneeee!!