My husband has taken his baseball team to Florida for a week! Our granddaughter's birthday is next week, so when he was making the reservations back in March, I opted not to go with him as I wanted to be available for any family celebration.
However, it has now ended up that no one is traveling to Kentucky for a party; instead we will celebrate when my son's family visits later in July, so. . .
I'm home alone.
I love my husband, and I love my son's family, but I do love being home alone. The house is quiet, and I can have a bowl of cereal for supper if I want. (Not that my husband complains about any meal I fix or if we eat out five nights in a row -- I truly have a gem of a husband.)
I hope the team, the coaches, and the parents that joined them have a wonderful time -- I hope they win all their games and have fun at MGM Park and at get nice tans at Daytona Beach. I pray they will return home safely next Monday.
Until then, I'm going to grab a book and settle in for a nice evening of reading.
2 comments:
Ah, a week at home by myself! sounds dreamy. I know my time will come; in the meantime, it's lovely to read about how you're spending the time. Enjoy!
That does sound delicious! So nice not to have to do anything for anyone but yourself. It can cause you to discover what it is that you really want to do, without anyone else's demands upon you--even it it's just to curl up with a book.
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