All by myself

I'm getting a taste of what it's like to be on my own this week. Carter is Up North and Jim is on a business trip to New Orleans. Whoo-hoo! Party on, right? Not quite. My bachelorette days are far behind me.

I didn't realize how much of my daily routine is tied into other people. Both yesterday morning and this morning, I grabbed two bowls to set up cereal for Carter and I. But he's not here. Yesterday afternoon I was going to call Jim to see if he was ready to leave work. But he's not here.

I was looking forward to some "freedom" this week to get some things done around the house, mainly, without interruption (I'm serious!). But I realize that just because I am the only one around doesn't mean I have more hours in the day. I did get a quick walk in last night -- that is one of my goals this week.

It was kinda of freaky going to bed by myself, though. I'd hear a noise and wonder what it was. It reminded me of when I was a babysitter as a teenager and all the mysterious night noises would freak me out after the kids were in bed and the house was silent!

I slept terribly! This morning as I was pouring milk into my cereal, Sylvester comes bounding out of Carter's room and into the kitchen. I say, "It's just you and me kitty." Then I think, oh my God, this is my future. Some day I am going to be one of those old ladies who talks to their cats!

At least I know she won't talk back this week or give some sarcastic response or question whether I'm right. Just silence and an occasional purr ... but sadly, no "I love you."

I'd have to say bachelorette-hood is not what it's cracked up to be.