Oh, Daily Prompt - you so silly. The ideas you have, so sassy crazy cool. Like this one:
What’s the most time you’ve ever spent apart from your favorite person? Tell us about it.
Every year for quite a while, sometimes twice a year, my wife has taken the kids and gone to visit her sister. The longest this has happened is for ten days. And this is what happens every single time:
- I think about the chore, task, job, etc. that I have to do while everyone is gone. Remodel the bathroom, redo the patio, spray the yard, paint the kitchen, fix the roof, etc. etc., all sorts of things.
- Day One: They’re gone. YEAH! *fist pump* A week to myself! Man, this is gonna be fun!
- Day One, later that day: I miss you guys so much. It’s lonely. That reminds me of you, honey. There’s something that reminds me of you kids. There’s that other thing that reminds me of….
- Day Two-Five: Run around and do the chore I meant to do. Change the plan, my mind, the color, style, approach, materials, etc., about a million times. Take pictures to send to the wife. Get feedback. Change the plan, my mind, the color, style, approach, materials, etc., back to what we agreed on, given certain mild approved changes.
- Days >Five: Talk on the phone about how much I miss them and can’t wait to see them all. Do not talk about how I’m still technically working on the plan, and will still be working on it up to 5 minutes before they get here.
- They get back. I am so happy.
- Do something with the kids. They go to bed.
- Do something with the wife. [censored]
Yeah, remodeling the bathroom was what I did the last time they all left. It was sad to see the last model go, but you know, sometimes you just have to go with a different model. This time, I chose Alessandra Ambrosio. She’s been in the bathroom since June, and we couldn’t be happier.
Edward Hotspur
I end up doing the weeks worth of dish accumulation in the last half hour before she gets back.
I am one who loves to have a clean kitchen, so I do all the dishes first thing once they leave, and you can’t even tell that anyone eats there all week.
At least you do them!! My ex used to hide them in the oven!!
Shameless! I’d never do that.
Now it is very understandable why he is my ex!
Ah, that’s true.
Your ears must be burning, or your cheeks blushing…… Cheekydiva and I are just professing our adoration for you.
Nuh-uh…. are not….no way!
Dude…..totally!! Do they make pills for this??
Pills for what? What? What do they make pills for? Huh? What are you talking about with Cheeky Diva? How annoyingly sarcastic I am? How I make up words as I go alongitudinalgerian?
Bless you….that must have hurt coming out. Maybe your sarcasm is what I appreciate the most….hmmmm….ever thought of that? I’m one of those weirdos that digs sarcasm…..or it could be your beautiful poems. I’m torn.
The love that is like the rose with no thorns, or like the feather that floats on air, never touching the ground, or some shit like that.
I’m swooning…..somebody stop me!!
Fantastic, Edward. Lol!
Love this, it made me smile BIG!
Thank you! I hope that smile lasts all day.
It has, indeed!
I’m glad to hear that.
Your unending brilliance and humor astound me!! (And the fact that you’re a little off-centre, which only makes you more appealing!!)
Oh, now, I’m not all that. I am off-center, maybe.
Don’t sell yourself short – you’re absolutely off-centre!!
ha ha
I’m here all week, try the Veal!!
Made me chuckle
We sort of have a lot in common. I am happy for about a day when I am on my own. Then I get sad. Then I think about models. It doesn’t help. But I never thought of keeping one in the bathroom, so you win this round. Well played.
Most models are not attractive, to be honest.
I never went for the model type. But you still haven’t made fun of me for modeling my new Christmas jammies…
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In our 2nd year together hubby & I were apart for 3 weeks out of every month for about 8 months. He had to commute to Wpg. to help a friend who was an accountant try to run the business of hubby’s former business partner after the business partner died. I lived in a tiny town in the middle of the bush. I would happily live alone for the 3 weeks he was gone & rush around like a chicken with my head cut off the day before he was due back to make sure the house looked like he expected it would.
Awww… I bet you missed him terribly.
Even then, not so much. Hubby has always been a bit of a nag, so I enjoy alone time. Mind you, I have always liked being alone my whole life – just don’t like being lonely (which is a matter of attitude most of the time).
That is so true, and I agree. Alone is delicious, but lonely sucks.