My children have all gone off-island for summer vacation, successfully leaving me alone in this large house to fend for myself with a lot of time on my hands. I haven’t had a home cooked meal in all the 3 days they’ve been gone. Tonight I settled on peanut butter & jelly sandwiches. It lead to several questions while I was pondering my fate.
- I put jelly on one slice of bread and peanut butter on the other slice, sandwich them together and cut off all the crusts. How do others do it?
- There’s a noise outside…please, dear God, Roxy (my 100+ lb pet rotweiler) couldn’t possibly be loose again, can she?!!
- Do you think I can have PB & J for dinner all week long so I don’t have to stress about dinner for the rest of the week?
- How, of all two weeks of the year, is it possible that my favorite past-time partner, has to leave island for these two weeks?
- Just how many times do you think he’s told that story?
- Isn’t it uncanny that she & I are a lot alike? Or are we all?
- I’m 30, single, not-necessarily-hopelessly-bad-looking & child-free…and home every single night since this became temporarily true…I couldn’t possibly be this hopeless, could I?
I’m gonna cut my losses and quit this pity party abruptly, as I just might jump into the hole I’ve dug. Plans for chipperness next post, I promise.
