Saturday, April 9, 2011
This afternoon, I find myself in the strangest of predicaments.
I am home alone.
No Hubby. No kiddies. And no shop to watch over.
Free to do whatever I want.
The responsible mom in me thinks I should take this time to catch up on housework. Maybe do another load of laundry. Or reorganize my kitchen cabinets. It's probably what I should be doing. But do I really want to waste these few precious hours that I'm going to be alone on housework? I think not!
The rebellious teen I once thought I was wants to do something outrageous and fun. Like dance around in my underwear and one of Hubby's shirts, while rocking out to some Bob Seger, Risky Business style. If it weren't for the fact that I am currently nursing an old cheerleading wound, I would totally rock it better than Heidi Klum in the Guitar Hero commercial.
My inner diva thinks I should take a nice, long, relaxing bubble bath and enjoy a glass of wine or two. I still have that bottle of White Zinfandel just waiting to be opened. But then I remind the diva that we don't actually have a bathtub, just a really large shower. It just wouldn't be the same.
I could use this time to catch up on the sleep I've been missing this week, thanks to Daylight Savings. But if I did that, I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight and I'd be right back where I started.
Taking a walk around the neighborhood to take pictures for the next Mi Mexico Monday post is out of the question, thanks to my old knee injury acting up. (It does that from time to time.) And it's a slow afternoon in the neighborhood, so sitting outside to people watch would be just as exciting as watching paint dry. No, gracias.
I could read a book on my Kindle.
Or maybe I should use this time to watch a movie. I really loved Julie & Julia and have been wanting to watch it again, but Hubby and the kiddies weren't too crazy about it. This could be the perfect opportunity to do just that. Maybe I will.
Unless I think of something better and/or more exciting to do.
Being home alone is such a rare occurrence, I really don't know what to do with myself.
What would you do?