Once a year my husband heads to Maine on a Friday morning with all three kids. This means that when I get home from work on Friday night, I get the house all to myself for a glorious 12-14 hours. Sure, I’ll be sleeping for 7-8 of those hours but the other 5 or 6 hours? I can do whatever I want! And those sleeping hours? They will be uninterrupted! (Except maybe by the confused cat, wondering where the rest of her noisy family is.) And the waking hours? No one asking for anything (except maybe the hungry cat)! No one needing dressing, changing, wiping, feeding or any of my attention! OH HAPPY DAY!
My mind spins with all of the possibilities! I will make a plan!
… go to Target on the way home, or maybe Whole Foods, or maybe Trader Joe’s! I never go to Trader Joe’s! I will get their margarita mix! And some onion bhajis! And croissants! And flowers! And mango babka!
… swing by Starbucks for an iced tea! That I won’t have to share!
… stop by my regular grocery store to pick up some items on my list! And wander slowly through the aisles, contentedly humming along to the piped-in grocery store music! And I won’t buy goldfish! Or yogurt in a tube!
… go home, preheat the oven and make this chocolate cake! While listening to 80’s hits and dancing around the kitchen!
… clear some toys from the toy room while the cake is baking! Finally get around to moving the toys we are keeping into the newly-finished basement! Prep some toys for donation! Good deeds! Tax write-offs! Less legos to step on!
… clear some of the 5,000 photos (I’m not joking) off of my phone! Back everything up to the Cloud, my laptop, and my external drive! Add photos to my family photo share site!
… figure out my Amazon Fire TV stick!
… unpack my suitcase from my Midwest trip! Do a load of cold delicates that is just mine!
… go out and get a steak or something decadent, and sit alone, sipping a cocktail (or two!) and reading! No picking up pieces of cold, slimy mac & cheese off of the floor when I’m done! No rushing through dinner! No asking for the check when I order the entree!
… put on my PJs and watch a movie of my choosing, with an R rating, from the seat of my choosing, on my own couch! While eating cake!
… sleep a glorious 8 hours! Wake slowly! Drink an entire cup of coffee while it it still hot! Take a walk then a long shower using all the hot water I want! Eat a piece of chocolate cake for breakfast! No need to set a good example!
… swing by the farmer’s market for raspberries! And tomatoes! And veggies! And anything else that strikes my fancy!
… pack my bag for the journey up to Maine! Listen to podcasts on the way! Stop at my favorite outlet in Kittery! Make it up to see the kids at lunch, feeling fulfilled and refreshed!
I will go home, put on my PJs, and order Thai take out.
I will then realize I have to get dressed to get the Thai food, throw on a sweatshirt (in July), and hope I don’t run into anyone I know who is out and being social and fun on a Friday night.
On the way out, I will realize we are out of cat food but skip the grocery store, lest I run into one of those social, fun, productive acquaintances. This means I will have to listen to the cat loudly lament the terribleness that is dry food (disgusting death nuggets, stupid human!) for the rest of the evening.
I will wake up to pee twice, and to a meowing cat three times. And I will wake up three more times for no good reason, other than that I’m really used to sleeping next to my husband.
I will leave early to go to Maine, because I’m inexplicably up at 5:30am and have no coffee or half and half in the house, because I anti-socially skipped the grocery store.
And I’ll drive straight through, because I should. And because Maine is awesome. And so are my kids and my husband.