I am gaining a great appreciation for Friday nights. Some people feel lonely when left alone. I often just feel finally at rest from the day.
My husband couldn't imagine doing things like going to dinner by ones self or to the movies (which is a little more daring). But it wouldn't really bother me much. For as much as I'm outgoing I am just as much an introvert. I love my own time. Like right now.
The house is quiet. My son is off to bed and sound asleep and my hubby is off to YFC volunteer. The house is completely quiet.
When I was first married I may have freaked complaining to my husband that I was left alone at home with nothing to do. Not now though. Uh Unn! I treasure the time. I get a movie and snack and curl up on the couch for a chick flick. Or I pick up a book and read as long as I want. Till I can barley keep my eyes open. I run a bath and sit till the water is cold. No one to disturb me at all. Sweetness.
Its like heaven at home. The sweet sound of silence.
As a mom, there is a constant "wanting" sound from a family. My son acomplishes this all on his own. But my husband also is part of the chorus. If your not familiar with the it it sounds like a droning "what's for supper? I'm hungry. I'm bord. whaaaaaa. sneeze sneeze . whaaaaa. What's for lunch? Do I have any clean underwear? bah bah bah (alarm clock)....."
you get the idea :)
But for a few hours on a Friday night, no one is asking anything of me. Not even the dog who is asleep by the door.
I sigh with the though that I could blog for hours without ever worrying that my son with toddle around the corner and want up on my lap so he can get a hold of the mouse and play; making me feel like a mear stepping stool.
There is something so sweet each day when the supper is done. The child is in bed and I sit with a sigh of relief. My job for the day is done. Nothing more is expected of me.