As a parent you don’t get much alone time. You get the kids off to school, you go to work, you get the kids from school, you get them to activities, you get them home and to bed. And you try to squeeze in spouse time and bills or housework. At least that is how it could be for me. So I learned to enjoy the drive to and from work.
I work 15 miles from where I live. In freeway time that is a 45 minute drive from September through March, and over an hour if there is an accident. The rest of the year it’s about 30 minutes. In the morning I turn on my favorite radio station and listen to the morning team, and the music they play. On the way home I plug in my iPod, or listen to the CD Oldest One made me for a birthday gift. It’s luxurious time alone, where no one needs me or wants me, and where I can transition from home to work, or from work to home. I really enjoy my drive time, which is one of the reasons I don’t carpool or take the bus. I’m selfish, and I won’t give up my time alone in the car. Another plus is I don’t get upset with traffic delays, because I’m on me time.
As I’ve been at home since June I haven’t had the drive time. But something weird has happened; instead of enjoying the quiet of the house when I’m alone, and the me time, I now dislike being alone. Too much time with just myself makes me sad, and a bit depressed. I used to enjoy the brief bits of time alone in the house. Now I just cringe. I’m sure it has to do with medication (which I loathe taking) and the situation, but knowing that doesn’t help.
Husband had to go into work today. He’ll be gone about 3 hours. Our work buildings are close to each other, so when I’m at work it’s a treat when he has to go in. We drive in together in the morning, and drive home together in the evening. He’s the one person I’ll give up my me time for. Today he’ll have to pay to park (I drop him off and then park in my work space), and I’ll be alone in the house. I have a book series I’m reading (yes, it was so good I allowed myself to buy book 2!), and of course blogs to read, but I can feel the loneliness setting in as soon as the front door closes. It’s only a few hours! Geez, show some backbone Broad!
I don’t like these new feelings, and want them to go away. I want to enjoy time alone again in the quiet of the house. I know I’ll get there again, once I am able to leave the house and get life back on track. But right now, today, it’s not like that. Maybe I’ll get the dogs riled up, barking and chasing each other. It’s hard to be lonely when silly dogs are playing.