The point is, I've been living alone for an entire week. This is the first time I've been alone for more than a day or two since I was twenty-two! Last week, when I said I was about to embark on a week of cleaning and was really excited about it, I was referring to how I planned to spend the week on my own, although I didn't feel it was prudent to announce to the internet that I'd be alone in my house. They return today and I'll be happy to see them, and can't wait to hear about their adventures, but I enjoyed this week of solitude.
What did I do with the time? I cleaned and I cleaned, although I didn't get nearly as much done as I'd planned. I didn't take any time off work, so I had only the weekend and the evenings. I thought I would turn out the entire house and scrub into every crack and corner. In reality, I thoroughly cleaned the refrigerator and scrubbed the kitchen garbage pail and then took it outside and blasted it with the hose for good measure. I also washed the kitchen floor and did a lot of picking things up and putting them away. I've already mostly completed the Kon Mari method, so there wasn't really much clutter to deal with, but even those things that "spark joy" tend to get scattered about the house. (I need to write a post about the Kon Mari experience which turned out to be as much about self-discovery as it did about tidying.)
We had an empty dresser in the girls' old room. It's dangerous to keep empty furniture in your house because it tends to become a receptacle for stuff you don't want to deal with. On Saturday morning, I was inspired to appropriate it for my own clothes and get rid of my dresser which I've always disliked and which is too big for our bedroom anyway. I gave the old dresser to Grace. Jon is going to roll his eyes when he sees that I got rid of a large piece of furniture while he was away. The way he sees it, every time his back is turned, I throw something else away, but in my opinion, excess stuff is a source of stress and unhappiness. We don't see eye-to-eye on this.
|It's the huge expanse of sky that makes this puzzle so hard.|
I feel a bit selfish, reveling in solitude like this. It is so nice to come home to a house that is exactly as it was when I left in the morning. (Except for the dogs inexplicably tearing down the living room curtains one day.) I liked not having to cook if I didn't feel like it. There were almost no dishes to wash, very little laundry, no jostling for time in the shower, no empty beer bottles to gather, no clothes tossed all over the bedroom floor.
As you are going to see in the coming months, I have cornered the market for selfishness in 2016. I don't think I'm going to regret it though. If you had a week to yourself, how would you spend it?