Back in the Saddle
Last weekend, Josh met the Wolvog in Philadelphia for a concert. They got a hotel room because the concert would get out late, but all in all, the whole thing was going to be a 24-hour trip.
It was my first time sleeping alone at home since the twins were born.
I know that sounds impossible, but there have been times when Josh has been away but the kids have been here, and times when the kids have been away but Josh has been here, and times when I have been away at a conference and sleeping in a hotel alone, but never everyone away and Melissa at home.
It would have been a normal weekend if I hadn’t realized that fact before Josh left. A lot of reading. A little exercise. A little television. I got takeaway for dinner. Spoke to the ChickieNob. But knowing that fact made me notice the quiet.
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I used to long to have the house to myself for a few hours. Soon it will be just me all the time. I hope you enjoyed your brief solitude.
I enjoy a few hours of “me alone at home” time — especially when it happens so infrequently. And I’ve travelled without dh myself — to visit my family, for business (years ago, when I was working). But I can count the number of times he’s been away from me overnight in the 40 years we’ve been married on the fingers of one hand. And I can’t say I enjoyed any of them. Daytime is OK, but evenings are harder!
I’ve spent more than a year of my marriage travelling on my own for work. But as you say, that’s different, being the one who is away. The last ten years have however very much been the two of us together. As you know, over the last month or two I’ve had quite a few nights home alone. Evenings can be especially quiet. Although it also gave me some needed space to process some emotions. It made me think of others who are alone, and how they cope.