I do not do alone well. I never have. When I was single and living in PA and had no friends to speak of, I absolutely hated the weekends when I did not work. I knew going into this trip that for the first 2 weeks before Stephanie joined me, I would be spending the vast bulk of my time alone. The kids are in school about 12 hours a day. Both eat then go straight to homework/bed when they get home. Although fun, the program is physically and mentally exhausting. Neither wants to engage much in the evenings. I respect and appreciate that as I am the same way during the first few weeks of a new school year. I appreciate the need to process everything. I appreciate the need for alone time.
I wondered how I would handle this time. Quite frankly, it scared the crap out of me to think about it. The first few days were tough but I have surprised myself with how quickly I have adapted. I take daily walks around the neighborhood in the morning before the heat and humidity get unbearable. The only television in the house is in the master bedroom. I thought I would be spending a lot of time up there. Surprisingly, I have not. I am actually enjoying the quiet time. I have stitched. A lot!! I have read. A lot!! I have napped A lot!! The only thing I have not done is written. I have spent many hours working out the details of my story in my head. I feel that I am very close to the time in the process where I will put words on paper, but I am not there yet.
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