It’s often been stated as a joke – I want to be a stay at home puppy mama.
But two extra days in the house with no one home except me and Jack and not much to do, totally confirm the fact that I could stay home every day. For a long time I wanted the opposite – to find a man who would love to be a stay at home father. While I don’t think that would bother me, I do think I could do this job. I don’t think I’d be bored, or run out of things to do. I also think I could be buff, because I’d have time to work out each day. Plus, dinner was on the table not long after Jeff walked in the door last night – to me, that’s a great feeling. I love bringing that to our relationship, so to speak.
This morning I got up, brewed my coffee while throwing in a load of laundry. I cleaned up the kitchen as I was fixing my coffee and now I’m watching a little TV, blogging and reading all the newspapers online that I want. Best of all, I take time for myself, something I’m really not good at taking during each busy week. Week nights are usually so busy for that kind of thing and at the end of the night when it comes time for me to have my time, I usually just fall asleep.Further (and I’ve mentioned this before), I don’t value time alone in this little condo until it’s given to me. I don’t realize that sometimes being along is just what I need to reset, to get ready for the day or ready for the week.
Today I plan to: Finish the load of laundry that includes our bed sheets, drink some more coffee, watch a little TV simply because I can, run to get dog food and to the Post Office to mail something to Jeff’s mom, make dinner and likely snuggle on the couch with this guy:
