Alone Time

I am sitting in my dining room right now by myself. By. My. Self.

Some of you might not find that revolutionary, but I bet many of you other homeschooling mamas get that this is big.

I had a dentist appointment scheduled Monday (yesterday) for a regular cleaning and check-up. Last week, I was stressing about what I was going to do with the kids because my husband has used up all of his vacation time for the year already. Then out of the blue, my mother called to see if the kids could stay over Monday night – perfect!

I brought them up yesterday morning. We left around 9:00AM. We got there at about 10:30. I visited for a little while and then headed home. It was nice to be able to listen to whatever I wanted on the radio. I brought my CD player to plug into the tape deck, so I could listen to the sermon from Sunday, since I missed church.

We go to a mini-mega-like church that puts out CD, tape, and DVDs of the sermon each Sunday. It’s really great if there is a message that is particularly applicable, so we can listen to it at another time. I like it because I don’t have to worry about taking notes because I can just pick up a CD on the way out.

As you can guess, I never get to listen to them in the car with the kids. At least not if I want to actually hear it.

Anyway, when I got home guess what I did. Guess. I was home with no kids. It was something that the stereotypical stay-at-home mom never gets to do, at least not as often or for as long as she would like.

I took a shower. Not just any shower – a 25 minute shower. Then I just laid around until it was time to go to the dentist.

Afterwards, I made a nice dinner of foods that the kids hate. We had a nice, quiet, tasty dinner for two.

Last night, Not-So-Crafty Daddy had Bible study. He wanted to go because they were going to talk about the conference I went to last weekend. So, I was home from about 6:30 to a little after 9:00 ALONE. And I am alone right now.

It is so weird.

It’s quiet. I am blogging, but there is no mischief going on around me. There is no fighting. No one is asking me for a snack. No one is taking anyone else’s toys. No one is telling me that the work they are clearly capable of doing on their own is “too hard.”

Wow.

The worst part is, I almost typed “I could get used to this,” but I don’t think I could get used to this. In fact, I kind of miss them.

Funny.