Ok, all you people looking for a description of a wild, sexy weekend of partying based on this title, I suggest that you surf on, you will find no such article here. All of you mom's who think that you will never have one minute to yourself ever again, read on. This weekend was a first in our house. DH took both of the kids camping and I was left home alone with the the animals (thus the Movies that Make You Cry entry). I had an entire weekend to myself. Granted Sunday, I walked with 20,000 other people in the Rays of Hope Breast Cancer Walk, but the rest of the weekend was mine. You are probably thinking that this sounds heavenly. What you wouldn't do just to be able to go to the bathroom without someone knocking on the door. Let me tell you, it was ........................................................HORRIBLE!
Yes, there were enjoyable points. I watched a couple of chick flicks. I got a lot of writing done. I didn't have to fight for the remote or my blankets. I didn't have to cook and there were practically no dishes. But there was no laughter, no snuggling, no reason to make dinner, and no kisses goodnight. I found myself aching for them to come home. I missed my daughter prattling on and my son's bear hugs. I wandered around the house wondering what I am ever going to do when they grow a little older and move out. I felt serious empathy for my father who lives alone now and could not imagine enduring this boredom day in and day out for weeks, months, years.
So, I advise all you mothers who think you will never have another solitary uninterupted thought to appreciate it. It will not be long until your little ones are out of the house, until their social calendars are busier than yours, until not only do you have a moment to breathe but seriously unending silence. On those days, you'll miss the knocks, the laughter, and even the dishes.