ALL BY MYSELF
22 06 2006Chris left to drive a truck to Michigan yesterday with my Dad, so Iâm home alone. I think itâs great when Chris gets these opportunities because, well, we need the money, but Iâve noticed that Iâm not good at being home alone.
I donât eat properly when Chris goes on these drives. Itâs not uncommon for me to have a bag of Skittles for dinner. The most ambitious dinner was the time I had crackers with a can of tuna. Toast is also a good choice. Chris will call every evening to check in and he always asks me what I had for dinner. âToast?! You had toast for dinner?â? OK, it sounds bad when you say it like that, but at the time I thought toast for dinner was a really good idea.
Last I night I actually made myself a meal. Of course I did it with the intention that I could take the leftovers for lunch the next day. I had chicken with rice and squash. Yummy. It helped that I could make the rice and squash in the rice cooker at the same time and that I finally figured out that you can cook those frozen chicken tenders on the panini maker without thawing them first.
When Chris called last night, he asked me what I had for dinner. I told him about my fabulous meal. I think he was very impressed after he got over the initial shock.
Daniel and I are like that when the kids are not here. What’s the point?
See? Eating’s not a problem when Scott’s gone. Sleep. Now, sleep’s a problem (of course, when isn’t it).
I don’t sleep well on the best of nights, but when Chris is gone it’s bad. Hooper is on Chris’s schedual, so he thinks he’s supposed to go outside at 12 or 1 AM and not have to leave the house in the mornings until 10 AM. Plus I can hear him roaming the house looking for Chris.
Bagged salads and frozen dinners, chica. That’s how I survived the “I-dont-wanna-cook-when-hubby’s-away” blues. And depending on the kind of frozen dinners you get, you might actually come off eating healthy!
Sorry I can’t help you with the sleep thing–Flip Flop was also on the Pete’s schedule, and my overactive imagination kicks in when I’m alone in the house at night, so…
About the sleeping thing, a little Jack on the rocks helps.