I worked on Saturday and arrived home mid afternoon to an empty house and not a commitment in sight! So I pottered! I took care of some little jobs, talked to the Guinea Fowl while I stood at the washing line on the deck, and enjoyed the solitude.
There were some flowers that were crying out for a home, so I washed labels from jars and did some flower arranging. On a Saturday night! The jars fit perfectly in my vintage milk bottle holder.
I've been wanting to do this for ages, doesn't it look divine!
I cooked up a feast of my favourite Lean Cuisine, which took 3 minutes. Dinner was done with no washing up!
I sat and watched some cage fighting, as one does, purely for educational purposes and possibly for the eye candy!
And then something strange happened. I found myself cleaning the filters from the rangehood and looking down the hallway to the children's bedrooms, which were empty and quiet.
I realised that as much as I love some Me Time, my life is not complete if I don't have my kids around me. It doesn't feel right. I miss them!
Before bedtime, I went into each of their rooms and looked around at the Lego on the floor, at the books and the dollies. And I thought how good it will be when they arrived home the next day, with hair full of sand from the beach, and stories of their weekend away.
And it was. So good.