Last Saturday, I did some minor routine maintenance on my car
I could say that I've been struggling with the wife and kids gone. I could also tell the Witch that I actually enjoy the collected 250 gazillion hours of estrogen-infused British Jane Austen cinema, but it wouldn't be any more believable.
Okay, I do miss the kids and the missus, but they're only gone a month, and in the meantime I can do all the stuff I'd never do when they were home. Like turn up Rock Band on my home theater until I'm afraid my eardrums will spontaneously combust. And then turn on the subwoofer extra loud to see if I can make my shoes bounce off the floor before the neighbors call. Or fall asleep on the couch watching movies every night. Or order pizza and not worry about the leftovers getting eaten by somebody who does not understand that they would lose a hand for such a crime, if only I could catch them in the act.
I can also get a ton of stuff around the house done. I did not realize how easy it is to keep a house clean and tidy - when you are the only one in it. I've actually undertaken a project or two to keep myself entertained because all I need to do is vacuum here and there and do a load of dishes once a week or so. Nothing to it. Obviously it's much different with a couple of kids around when you're home most of the day, but I'm gone most of the day and I make Dog (who was smart enough to try to attack a functioning lawnmower this morning) stay outside.
I think I'll host a block party next Friday. Maybe go really crazy and get two or three kegs of Diet Dr. Pepper (they'll match the case I picked up at Costco today).