I'm home alone for a few days. I admit, I am excited. I can really just do whatever I want past 7pm without feeling guilty. I can eat what I want (Yes, humus on toast is an acceptable dinner) or I don't have to eat at all. I'm hard core like that.
I am going spend every evening writing ideas down and reading. I found this general knowledge book and keep shouting things like "I didn't know that's where volcanoes come from?!! It says here..." around the house and feeling very smart. Turns out a government school wasn't such a great idea. Apparently I have a lot to catch up on.
So I am going to drink wine and read educational books and finish "Tuesdays with Morrie" (lost the damn thing when I had ten pages to go) and eat as much humus as I want. Like from the tub, with a spoon. Yes. I am going to rent every romantic comedy there is and I am going to cry in all of them without feeling embarrassed.
I am going to "youtube" all my favorite songs and sing loudly to them over a few glasses of wine and I am going to call and skype old friends and talk for hours.
Probably not though. I'm more likely to pass out on the couch at 8pm, surrounded by kids toys and bottles, while watching Oprah reruns.