And indeed, it does look something like this. Minus the smoking. Joe left town early yesterday to assist with some training in another city. I've been kind of wondering if he's good at his stuff, and I guess his being asked to go on a training trip to assist pretty well confirms that he is. Even the company commander is there with them. All five of them. Baby boy movin' on up...which means I am too! Well, sort of....
It has been well over a year since I had my own place to be home alone in. This usually only happened when Dad and Jan left town. Not no more. This bitch is mine...and I am trashing her. Well not really. I'm just choosing not to do a whole lot of extra. Mainly, it's not having to cook and clean (and clean up after) for Joe or set any kind of standard for living. It's just me and Monkey Man, Dexter. That said, I haven't cooked, done laundry, and hardly showered over the last two days. I was probably only truly productive today for about three hours if that. It feels good. I think. My new neighbor (a military wife that I've become friends with) keeps checking on me. I hope I'm not giving off an air that I'm over here slitting my wrists without Joe. I don't think I am - I guess I'm just not used to people in this neighborhood being nice. I also very much like to hole up sometimes and not have human contact, so I'm actually rather enjoying this stint. Slowly, though, I'm realizing the degree to which I do that isn't normal.
So it's just me and Dexter...and occasionally the neighbors too. I'm concerned about who all it could be tomorrow, as a couple of Joe's buddies are threatening to crash the house tomorrow for Sunday Football. And they know he's gone, and I'm here. We'll see. Speaking of Dex, though; the best thing so far that's happened since Joe left involves that dog. Yeah, we were on our first walk yesterday, and he was being a bit of a dick. Pulling, eating everything, and even grabbing the leash in his mouth and jerking it around. Well. It was trash day yesterday, so many a can still lined the sidewalk. In one of Dexter's instances of idiocy, he chomped down on the leash and trotted along looking at me defiantly. Since he was looking to his right (at me), he was not looking to the front at a trash can. Ran right into it. It was glorious. Just hearing the thud alone was enough to make me burst out laughing. Looks like he won't do that again. And that, children, is damn good parenting.
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so he's not always the dick he was being when I went on the walk with y'all? hm. I bet the neighbors like to watch you walk dexter :)
katie, enjoy your slug time...when you are always doing the A type stuff and worrying about details, you have to have down time...take it and ENJOY! Dex...what a dog!
when ben goes on his month-long trips out of the country, i spend the first three days being a slug, which includes having wine, cheese, crackers and olives for dinner. for several nights in a row. it's amazing. eventually, though, i start tidying and cooking for myself, as if i were actually single. then ben comes home and ruins my new-found vibe. argh.
Dude, Susan, that's exactly what my process is entailing. I've been a straight up slug since Friday, but now I am actually considering laundry and a few other things regarding general tidiness/hygiene. Interesting how this works. And good to know I'm normal. :-)
I'm excited when Cody says he's going to be a couple hours late getting home. I can't imagine a blissful week! As for Dexter, I'm pretty sure he could win you $25,000... just videotape y'alls walks. He's bound to run into another trashcan. :)
Katie--you and I had the same kind of weekend--I didn't even get out of my jammies yesterday! Love ya!
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