I don’t get a lot of me time. Two kids, full-time job, family, friends pretty much keeps me in the company of people and things I love constantly. But here’s the thing: I love being alone sometimes too.
Alone means I can blog. Or read. Or clean. Or organize. Organize the toys. Find all of those pieces to Candyland that I keep stepping on. I found a little person in the laundry. Oh laundry. Socks. I need to pair socks. So many socks living single in one drawer, pining for their mate.
Stop. I’m spiraling.
Alone you get to do those things you can’t do with other people. Like pop popcorn. Dan hates popcorn. It’s weird…apparently it has something to do with someone burning microwave popcorn a decade ago, but I hardly ever make popcorn while he’s around because he hates the smell so much.
And movies. How many chick flicks have come out in the past year? 1,000? How many have I seen? Exactly 0. It’s time to get cracking. Where to start? Twilight? Meh. You can’t really watch that ironically by yourself, and I’m not sure I’m ready to admit that I would totally watch it not ironically. Because I would. Maybe something starring Anne Hathaway. She seems to be the queen of romcom these days. Nah. I’m going for Twilight. Ironically. Or maybe not.
I get some alone time tonight. After the kids go to bed. Since alone time just means there aren’t any kids or dogs or adults on the couch with me. It’s enough.
Tonight, while Dan is taking a well-deserved night off with his friends, I am going to sit here with all of my socks living in sin, pop some popcorn, drink some chardonnay, watch ironic movies unironically and have a great date with me.
1/2 cup popcorn kernels
4 teaspoons butter, melted
1/4 teaspoon iodized salt
Pop popcorn. I have this weird 60′s looking contraption I put in my microwave to pop the corn easily and without any added fat. Then toss the corn with butter and salt. Enjoy!