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Top Ten Things I Loved About Being Home Alone    


Hubs is traveling for work, so I got the house to myself last night. Daughter is on fall break with her dad... We've lived here about a year and a half, and it was my first night alone since we moved in.


10. The heat. I had it all toasty up in here and there was no one to adjust the thermostat except me. Granted, I woke up in a blistering sweat.

9. The quiet. Delicious, unbridled quiet. I swear, ever since COVID, my noise tolerance has gone down to about a one.

8. A marathon binge of This Is Us. Somehow, I forgot to watch most of Season 5, so mama stayed up late finishing off the season and had a good cry or two.

7. The coffee. No one to share it with = more for me.

6. The food. I ordered this pecan cranberry chicken salad for lunch yesterday that was TO DIE FOR. Then, I got nachos for dinner and ate them on my couch in a judgment free zone. Not that hubs would judge my nacho eating ability - hell, he would have been impressed. 

5. Staying up late and not even getting terrified. I made sure all the doors were locked, and even listened to a True Crime Podcast before bed, proving to myself that I ain't no (spring) chicken.

4. Being responsible. Hubs would have generally taken the trash cans to the street, bless his heart. But since he was away that shit was all me last night! I did it!

3. The hour long visit from my parents before dinner - we kept it light, and mom didn't mention the book, for which I was grateful. She's only said that she is "still processing it" and I was nervous that she'd want to delve into a conversation about a) the character based on her b) the childhood trauma c) some of the bad behavior I chose to write about pertaining to the character based on me.

2. The beer. I drank all the beers while I unwound last night. Since hubs was out having a few with his clients and colleagues, it was only fair.

1. The bed. I slept on hubs side of the bed and found that he really picked a winner. His side is better!


But the top ten things I hated about being home alone? 


Being without him x ten.

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