Sweet tea & pop tarts

I feel like a jerk for writing this but this is why I started my blog so screw it.

The wife and the kids went to Disney World this weekend. They left Friday and won't be back until Monday. I will miss them but honestly, since getting time to myself is a rare event, I was giddy at the prospects.

Now some people may take the opportunity to go out and have some fun but not me. No I just wanted to be at the house alone. I had a lot of projects I wanted to complete and while some would call them chores, I enjoy doing them when I have the time to do them right. At night a glass of wine, a movie of my choosing or a good football game sounded perfect. Sunday, no work, no kids, so sleeping late was the plan. It's been years since I've been in bed when 8:00 am rolled around. So I thought I would give it a try.

So Friday night, after turning down many request from co-works to do something, I headed to the house. I jumped on the lawn mower and cut grass until I ran out of daylight. The evening went well and I was ahead of my weekend plans.

Since I have to work Saturdays, I got up and headed in, anxious for the clock to strike twelve so I could go home and really get started. Then it happened. My best friend showed up at work a few minutes before I was going to leave. It seems the wife had mentioned to him that I would be alone this weekend and might want some company. Grrrr!

So he asked me to lunch and to go see a house he's remodeling to see if I can help him with any ideas. Since he knew I didn't have the family waiting on me and the whole weekend in front of me I saw no way out without hurting his feelings. So I said yes, damn it.

It only took a few hours and then I zipped home to get started. I jumped on the lawn mower again to finish the grass. It didn't take long before I noticed my dad driving up to talk to me. My mom went with the wife so he knew I was home alone too. He asked if I wanted to go to supper? I tried to explain I had some chores planned but he wasn't letting it go. Luckily I didn't give in. He left disappointed, I felt guilty but I was gaining ground on my projects. So I spent the rest of the day working my ass off because Sunday was going to be mine, all mine. With everything done I would sleep late, watch football and make the couch my home.

That night I was absolutely wore out. I poured a glass of wine and sat back to watch some college football. Of course the phone rings. It was the wife and she's having a hard time with my mom at Disney World. She vents for 20 minutes then slips in that she heard I pissed my dad off about supper. Great, as if I didn't feel guilty enough. Screw it, I was tired, so I went to bed early because tomorrow is veg-out day.

The phone rings. It's my dad. "You want to get some breakfast?" "um, sure dad, what time?" "As soon as you get ready" I hung up and rolled over, the clock said 7:30 am, SHIIIIITTTT! Now this may sound odd put I'm not a big breakfast eater and anybody that knows me knows that about me but occasionally I love having Brown Sugar Cinnamon Pop Tarts with a glass of sweet tea, no ice, for breakfast. I was very much looking forward to that this morning, oh well.

So I go to breakfast with dad, he buys, thanks dad. When I get back home there's a message on the machine. It's my best friend again and he says he's heading over. OMG!!!! I guess I'll be doing some house cleaning. When he arrives he has season three of The Office. I love The Office but I've seen them all. We watch all 9 or 10 episodes, then go bowling. On the way to go bowling my dad calls. "You want me to cook us some supper?" "No, I'm with my best friend." An hour later the wife calls my cell to bitch about my mom some more. She also mentions " I hear you pissed your dad off about supper again." So I call dad and ask if we can pick him up something. He says yes and we all eat at his house. My best friend leaves me at 10:00 pm.

So that was MY weekend. I know I should be grateful that people were willing to keep me company but DAMN. Give a man some room. When the wife gets home she will ask how I enjoyed all that time to MYSELF.

I wish I knew...