All By My Lonesome

Tarzan has gone off on a business trip.  Call me a bad wife, call me whatever you want.  I don’t care.  I love the me time his trips give me. 

I had takeaways for supper (gone is the healthy eating plan for today).  I have not moved from the bed since I came home, where I also had my dinner.  I have my laptop balanced on my knees, my back supported by all the pillows on the bed. 

I love Mr T.  Lots and lots.  But the time on my own is so precious to me that I sometimes want to send him somewhere to have some.  LOL

He is not in a good place at the moment.  That makes the ‘me-time’ more important to me.  To recharge my batteries, to be strong for him when he gets back.

You can see how his whole body slumps as Monday draws near.  He hates his job at the moment.  He is not a happy camper at all.  It is not that he is unhappy in the profession he chose.  No, he is so unhappy in the big corporate structure and its red tape.  He is a real go getter.  (I frustrate him tremendously at times since I am more of a “tomorrow is another day” kind girl.) 

But tonight is my night…….. I am going to have a chocolate, finish the bottle of wine and watch the start of the new Grey’s Anatomy. 

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