Eric is out of town for two weeks.
And while I hoped that this time alone would allow the true adventurer in me to shine (hikes after work! long strolls by myself in the evening!), it has, instead, brought out my inner hermit (in my jammies and eating dinner by 4:30!).
I was hoping I’d lean toward Lucille Bluth’s “mama’s all alone…”
…but I’m running more along the lines of Liz Lemon’s “fear of choking alone.”
So what does a girl do with two weeks by herself? This particular girl watches Gilmore Girls (my annual viewing of all 7 seasons started a few weeks ago), reads books (thanks to everyone who offered recommendations over the weekend, I picked up a large stack of books at the library today), and goes to bed by 9 pm. It’s safe to say I would’ve been a pretty exciting person, had I never gotten married.
I’ve compiled a long list of things to do while Eric is gone (organizing the pantry, throwing away the plants that died months ago on our balcony, finally deflating the inner tubes from our float down the Willamette two months ago, etc.). Unfortunately, I’ve discovered that I am the slob in our relationship. I’ve always secretly blamed untidiness on Eric, but it is amazing how messy things have gotten around here over the past few days. Especially considering I cleaned the living room on Saturday morning. At least I have another week and a half to get my act together.
Here’s to season 3 of Gilmore Girls and a refrigerator stocked with homemade pizza!