Weird. Guilty? Lonely?
DS and DH are away for the weekend and I have the house to myself all weekend, for the first time in maybe 7 years! I was (am) so excited and looking forward to it. Got in loads of food that my allergic family can't eat, cleaned the house, lit candles, new book, film on netflix, wine, chocolate, no one wanting me for anything, my own time and headspace, peace and quiet...
Why am I wasting it feeling vaguely guilty that I'm not there with them, and unsettled by a quiet house? What is wrong with me 😭
Writing this down so I can process it and feel better. I have nice plans tomorrow. But it's somehow not what I thought it would be!
Someone tell me to stop fretting and take advantage of this very limited moment of me time!!!!