Hubby and both boys went to Edinburgh for three days just before Easter. I knew this was going to occur for a few weeks and the fact that I hadn’t been home alone for over a decade meant that I was beyond wild with excitement. No, I wasn’t going to host wild parties, I was just going to be. I could watch what I wanted on TV, could suit myself when it came to food and drink, I could even let the housework go as there would be minimal mess with only me and the puppy to think about. Best of all I could work in peace.
The day arrived. I had spent considerable time the previous day packing for the boys, I double checked that they had all they needed and waved them off. I had two nights out planned but I was desperately looking forward to watching a film without anyone talking over it. I was warned that I wouldn’t know what to do with myself, that the novelty would wear off quickly and that I would be bored and that the whole set up would feel very strange. For the duration I was torn between feeling the need to utilise my time by doing useful things such as clearing the bottom of my wardrobe and having well ….. fun. I didn’t want to look back and regret having spent the whole time doing work. Whilst I thoroughly enjoyed going about my business doing as I liked, I nevertheless enjoyed getting regular facetime updates from my boys. More than once older boy stated that he missed me, which lulled into a false sense of security, just maybe my boys would appreciate me when they came home.
Meanwhile I busied myself with light housework, work from home opportunities and day time naps. I took pleasure in the lack of washing and was thrilled not to need to clean the house almost daily. I enjoyed catching up with friends and having the bed to myself. I played music and put the TV on when I wanted to and enjoyed the blissful silence when I didn’t. I watched chic flicks that no one else in the house likes and revelled in my autonomy. I also felt a new appreciation for my husband for giving me this opportunity and wondered how the boys were really behaving for him. In the back of my mind I started setting myself post-holiday parenting resolutions to include, being more patient, being more organised, getting out and about with them more despite the inevitable resistance I would get and making more effort with cookery, again I knew I would meet opposition here but a girl can dream.
The night dawned when they would return and I started to feel something resembling nervous excitement. Older boy came through the door first and enveloped me in the loveliest hug ever. Younger boy followed suit and for a short time I felt loved. The extend to which I felt loved started to evaporate over the following days. The day before they were to return to school, I was determined our day would incorporate some family fun, although I wasn’t enthusiastic enough to envisage a fun filled day. Hubby suggested taking our puppy to the local park, younger boy and myself liked the idea very much. Older boy looked traumatized at the idea of being parted from his beloved X-box. There was no way he wanted to come, he couldn’t imagine anything so boring. At one point he agreed that he would come if he could play tennis, this was not allowed for various reasons. He continued to argue his case and hubby eventually stated that he didn’t want him to come anyway. As we left the house, dog in toe, older boy announced that at times we treat him like an orphan.
After all this carry out, hubby looked tired so I thought I would do the kindly wife thing and offer to take the boys out for dinner to give him a break. I suggested this to the boys and named a few possible eating venues, on this occasion we were not going to McDonlads or KFC. The boys were furious at the very idea that I could contemplate going out without Daddy. I explained my reasoning and no heed was taken. After much deliberation the boys and myself ended up in Pizza Hut, Daddy was given a box afterwards containing our left overs.
So the moral of the story is, if you are lucky enough to get the house to yourself for a few days, enjoy every minute and do not spend the whole time working. Cherish the brief love and appreciation you are shown when your offspring return, cause believe you me it lasts for a very short time until normal business resumes.