Last week, my better half was trotting half way across the world and I was in my abode alone. The impression that one gets from movies like “home alone”, is that it’s exciting to be by yourself, eat whatever you want, put stingy cologne on your face, leave mess lying around… I thought so too, but let the truth be told, I hate being unaccompanied.
While hubby was increasing his airline miles traveling to the land of her majesty, the Queen, I was sleeping on the couch with lights on. I have never been a chicken, but for some reason I was petrified by the slightest sound for the three nights that I was by myself. I tossed and turned, tossed and turned, repeat again, but just couldn’t sleep. Usually as the clock blinks 10 pm I am off to bed and 10.15 pm deep in slumber, but those few night internet was my best friend. Ask me about treatment for split ends, ten day weather forecast in California, Idaho and Germany, feng shui, how to plant okra, I know it all, cause I just couldn’t sleep!
The afternoon he came back, we both were so exhausted, he because of 16 hours of travel, hectic schedule and jet lag and me, because of information over load and sleep deprivation. Me time really sucks! Glad he is back home!