All by my-ah-ah-ee self!
OOoooohhhhhh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhh
I think the person who wrote that song probably didn't have any kids.
This weekend I am going to be ALL BY MYSELF, and I am going to love every minute of it. Todd is taking the boys up to the cabin with his folks for the weekend and I'm staying behind to have another open house on Sunday. I just can't imagine all the free time I'll have. Oh the things I'll do.
I'll watch Twilight until my eyelids break the toothpicks holding them open. I'll stay in bed until 8, no wait, 9! in the morning. I'll go shopping BY MYSELF for as long as I like. I may even try on clothes. I'll get whatever I want for dinner and eat it while it is still hot! I'll talk on the phone without shouting and screaming and fighting as background noise. I'll eat SNACKS without having to share with three hungry mongrels. I'll take a looooooonnnnngggg shower and then I'll DO MY HAIR! Heck! I may even take a luxurious BATH!
The possibilities are endless, I tell you!
Still... I always have this weird feeling that I am going to burst into tears when I see all the men I love most pulling out of the driveway. And I know I will have to restrain myself from packing my bag and jumping in the truck with them at the last minute. And the house will probably feel eerily quiet and bare at nighttime. And... no good morning kisses. Or fresh heads of hair that smell like Johnson's shampoo.
Who knows. Maybe I will be singing that sappy song by Sunday afternoon.