My kids are spending the entire week on vacation with their father, and I am alone.
Well, except for the cats. They own the place, after all. I'm only here as long as I'm useful to them.
The thing is, I'm free to do whatever.
I can eat cold cereal for dinner, watch tons of "R" rated movies, (I just watched Jake Gyllenhaal and Anne Hathaway cavort all over my TV in "Love And Other Drugs- whew!), I can dance in my underwear, sleep in the nude, stay up late reading trashy novels...the mind boggles!
And it also shuts down.
So far, I've worked out (because I'm working out every damn day now), I've cleaned, I've watched a few DVD's, and I've talked to that cats. A lot.
Other than that, I'm kind of at a loss. I can't take a road trip - funds are tight and I do have to work all week. Still, I feel like I should be doing something fun for myself.
I've lost my fun button somewhere. Cleaning and yardwork and working out and watching cats sleep are definitely not high on the fun list (although naked Jake Gyllenhaal definitely qualifies).
When did I become such a fuddy-duddy?