Once a year Brian gets together with his cousins and uncles and goes on an annual fishing trip. He is usually gone for about four days. He left this morning.
I grew up in a house where alone time was a joke. You were lucky if you could take a shower without someone coming in to brush teeth. I had three siblings and there were ALWAYS extra kids in our house. Because of growing up like this I never learned to appreciate alone time. At the beginning of our marriage I HATED when Brian would go away. I would get so lonely. Being alone meant being bored and sometimes even a little scared.
Then I became a Mom. As a Mom alone time is something we can't ever seem to get enough of. Although I have to go it alone with the kiddos while Brian is away I am trying to appreciate those moments after the girls are in bed and have some me time. Watch what I want on TV, play a computer game instead of doing laundry, leaving MY clothes on the floor. Not sure if I will be capable of "letting loose" like that but it's worth a shot. Just because he is the one who gets to go away doesn't mean no one else gets to have any fun!