It's Not Easy Being Me!

As I so frequently say,"It's not easy being me!" Throughout the years those of you who spent a lot of time with me, so often heard me bemoan the fact that I never had any time in my house alone! Doc always worked the afternoon shift (3PM until 11PM)which meant that he left for work at just about the time the kids came home from school. He was in the house half the time and the kids were there the other half. I was never alone in the house. I used to fantasize about the possibilities of what I could do with some alone time. I could sit and do nothing but enjoy some uninterrupted reading time, I could turn the radio up and sing along at the top of my voice, I could eat ice cream out of the container, I could dance to my heart's content, I could take off my clothes and dance around in the nude,scary thought, I could take off my skin and dance around in my bones! The possibilities were endless! Alas, it never happened! Well almost never.

It did happen once in the 1980's Gregg took Doc to a Trinity/St.X game! I had three or four hours to do as I wished! I thought long and hard about it before coming to the decision to get into a bubble bath and just lie back and ponder the imponderables.So I filled the bath tub with steamy hot water and added flowery scented bubbles and slipped into the tub with a sigh of perfect contentment. After what seemed like an hour or so, I arose from my heavenly bower, toweled off and returned to my bedroom to dress. Guess what? I'd been in the tub all of 15 minutes! It seemed like an eternity to me! I didn't know how to relax!

However, time marched on as it is wont to do and I ended up having the house all to myself all of the time. Be careful what you wish for.

There are some up-sides to living alone and some down-sides. The freedom to make all of the decisions regarding the day's activities,food choices, thermostat settings, bed times, and many others. The thermastat wars are over! If I don't want to turn the furnace on yet I don't do it! Nonetheless, I still find myself sort of argueing with myself. "I'm not turning it on yet!"
"Why not?"
"It's barely September!"
"But you're cold!" This goes on and on. I win a few I lose a few.

One of my ingrained habits has me puzzeled though. Every morning when I get up I worry with what to wear. Should I wear my green shirt or my blue, I can't wear the black, I wore that yesterday. Should I wear...wait a minute what does it matter? There are times that I don't see a single person from one week to the next. Why does it matter what I wear? I could just stay in my jammies if I wanted to but then I would feel like a slattern. What if someone DID come to the door unexpectedly? I was so glad when the weather cooled off enough that I could put jeans on. Problem solved, I can just wear my jeans every day. One of the pair of jeans will have to be replaced because over the summer they seemed to have fallen apart. They look like Charlie Chaplan pants, they need a patchin'. Now I just have to choose a fresh shirt each day, although why would it matter if I wore the same shirt two days in a row? Oh,well. I guess you can't teach an old dog new tricks.

Actually someone did come to the door unexpectedly once, he knocked, entered, kissed me on the head, called me Mama and went straight over and sat on my sofa. Problem was, I had never seen him before in my life and I ordered him out of my house! Thing is, though, I was dressed very neatly and had my hair combed! If he was expecting to catch me unawares I fooled him! I'm sure the police officers appreciated the fact that I looked respectable. Today,I have on my green shirt and a tan sweater! Oh yeah, and my jeans. I may go out later to empty the trash so in case someone catches a glimps of me they will see that my shirt is a defferent color than it was yesterday.

By the way, what ever happened to 'house dresses'? Not my style. Ciao