- Nothing moves. Not the stuff on the table or the counter. Not the dirty dishes. I can put stuff down and it stays there until I do something else with it.
- No one is here to walk the dog or feed the cat.
- Cat litter stinks (tbh, that’s no surprise!)
- No one is going to eat the stuff in the pantry or the fridge. I have to eat it or toss it.
- All the clothes in the laundry are mine.
- At the end of the evening, when my brain starts wondering who is where and when everyone is getting home — I have to remind myself that no one is coming home. Not tonight, anyway.
- I can have lunch and brunch and tea and visits with friends all I want, without having to coordinate schedules with anyone else (tbh, that was mostly the case when the teens were home too.)
- However, after being out for hours, I do have to remember that no one is home to walk the dog or feed the cat.
- This post sounded much more clever in my head.
- I am not at all alone.
The other day I thought about the mountain of clothes you use to fold every night. Now you can probably do laundry twice a week.
Enjoy