Beginning Tuesday and continuing on through Saturday evening, I will be home totally alone. All day. All night. (If there are any criminals reading, I have nothing worth stealing and I have two vicious guard dogs – so just move along.)
Mr. Jelly Belly is moving our youngest daughter down to Athens, Georgia, where she will be starting her post-graduate program (Public Health, in case you’re interested). Why am I not going, you ask? Because it’s freaking HOT in Georgia and also because there will be manual labor involved. I will say my goodbyes from my air conditioned foyer, thank you very much.
One of the benefits of being home alone is that you don’t have to take anyone else into consideration when you’re planning meals. Lately it’s just seemed too hard to do the whole cooking two separate meals thing, so I’ve been giving in and just eating whatever it is that Mr. Jelly Belly wants to eat.
God help me. Last week I ate Hamburger Helper (Cheeseburger Macaroni). And it was just as disgusting as I remembered it. But that didn’t stop me from finishing the whole plate.
I will not be able to say that I can’t use the treadmill in the morning because it might wake him up. Or that I can’t exercise to a video because he is parked in front of the television. Or because he might watch me do it and laugh. (I should mention that I have two other televisions with DVD players that I could use and also that he would never laugh, even if he did see me, so those are really just more lame excuses.)
For these five days, and these five days only, I will not have Mr. Jelly Belly around to blame my bad habits and lack of motivation on.
Can I turn the corner here and get back on track? I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…
Mr. Jelly Belly is moving our youngest daughter down to Athens, Georgia, where she will be starting her post-graduate program (Public Health, in case you’re interested). Why am I not going, you ask? Because it’s freaking HOT in Georgia and also because there will be manual labor involved. I will say my goodbyes from my air conditioned foyer, thank you very much.
One of the benefits of being home alone is that you don’t have to take anyone else into consideration when you’re planning meals. Lately it’s just seemed too hard to do the whole cooking two separate meals thing, so I’ve been giving in and just eating whatever it is that Mr. Jelly Belly wants to eat.
God help me. Last week I ate Hamburger Helper (Cheeseburger Macaroni). And it was just as disgusting as I remembered it. But that didn’t stop me from finishing the whole plate.
I will not be able to say that I can’t use the treadmill in the morning because it might wake him up. Or that I can’t exercise to a video because he is parked in front of the television. Or because he might watch me do it and laugh. (I should mention that I have two other televisions with DVD players that I could use and also that he would never laugh, even if he did see me, so those are really just more lame excuses.)
For these five days, and these five days only, I will not have Mr. Jelly Belly around to blame my bad habits and lack of motivation on.
Can I turn the corner here and get back on track? I think I can, I think I can, I think I can…