Stephen left to speak at a youth retreat yesterday while I was at work and is not getting back until tonight. While I do like having him around, I have been looking forward to a weekend with the house to myself. He understands the appeal of solitude as well as I do, but he still had to protest when I admitted my excitement.
Me: I’m looking forward to some time alone.
Stephen: What are you going to to?
Me: Oh, you know…sleep late, clean the house, read, maybe do some work for school.
Stephen: Those are the same things that you do when I am here.
But we both know that it’s just not the same. Yesterday I celebrated by having coffee with a friend after work, going shopping at the mall, and renting the ultimate girl movie, Girl With a Pearl Earring. (What is it about? Well…this artist paints his servant girl. That’s it? Yeah, basically. Is there any action? Well, there’s this once scene where she pierces her own ear. Do the artist and the servant hook up in the end? No, she marries the butcher’s son. Who? Never mind…). I ate a Hershey’s bar for dinner, and after the movie I fell asleep laying diagonally across the bed.
Today I am, technically, doing all of the things that I always do on a Saturday. The difference is, I can clean while listening to the music that energizes me but grates on Stephen’s ears: The Essential Santana and the soundtrack to Moulin Rouge. At top volume, I can sing the parts of both Christian and Satine in the “Elephant Love Medley.” I’ll enjoy having the computer all to myself, and I’ll read a whole book in one sitting. And by tonight, I’ll be happy to see my husband again.
You can’t beat good times like that.