I just had about 3.5 days alone to myself. This is equivalent to giving me a mile high mud pie on a silver platter with a note that says, “Eating me will actually make you lose weight.”
Alone time. It is probably the best gift I could ask for. Now, I might have been sick for half of it, but it didn’t hold me back from cleaning out just about every room in the house and getting rid of everything I couldn’t stand to look at anymore and making room for all of those wish lists I made on HauteLook, Nordstroms and Victoria’s Secret.
In truth, it makes the kids and I pretty excited to know that someone else gets to enjoy these nice things and that while we had a blast with certain books, tea tables, play kitchen sets and Frankie B jeans – the time has come.
But, back to my alone time. The clean and organized space, somehow made me enjoy my morning cup of coffee more. It made me want to get up early and workout and it even made want to revisit my budget (which I hate – numbers and me are long time enemies – but we have a new arrangement now and I’m happy to report that we are now amicable).
In short, while I didn’t express my days of freedom via dancing on bar tops or shopping sprees and pedicures with the girls. I did read a ton, write a ton, catch up on all the TV shows and movies I rarely get to watch or finish and have massive dates with yours truly.
It was the perfect medicine and at the perfect time.