I can count on one hand the number of times I have actually had my house to myself for a weekend – no husband, no children, just me and the dog.
When we decided that my husband would go to a family wedding in the UK and that I couldn’t go because the timing clashed with our conference, I was disappointed. I still am, but I confess I am fast getting over it as I enjoy this time just for me.
At first I was plotting to have a bunch of girlfriends over to party, but that idea wore thin when I thought about the work involved. Instead I opted for a weekend alone. Can you imagine? I got to chose when I got up, what I wanted to eat and when, and… I got to control the remote. How cool is that.
Actually with everyone gone, I haven’t been watching much TV, more playing my music and reading my books. Absolute bliss, which raises the question, how can I achieve this for myself on a regular basis? I can’t really kick the old boy out every weekend, but perhaps I can eke out some “me” time, when I do what I want and am not at the beck and call of the family.
In fact, we all need that – men and women. It is the one thing that gets lost in this juggle to manage everything. Time just to be, just to be me.
So while I am sorry to miss my niece’s wedding, I am grateful to her. She’s given me the gift of time and space for myself. Maybe when she’s been married a while and has children, I can return the favour.