It's rare for me to be home alone. I think it's the only thing I miss about being single - being home by myself. Without the television or radio on. Just sitting on the sofa, with a glass of wine and book. The quiet of being with myself and my thoughts.
The Husband and The Boy went out for the afternoon. And I have the place to myself for just a few hours. It feels wonderful!
To clean The Boy's room and have it stay clean.
To eat a meal without getting up.
To make a phone call to an old friend without having to yell: Don't do that or Use your words.
To drink a glass of wine and not have to worry about The Boy knocking it over or trying to take a sip.
To wash dishes without having to stop and dry my hands to run and check on what The Boy is doing.
To take a leisurely shower and wash my hair without The Boy pulling back the shower curtain.
To watch something on television that I want to watch without interruption and/or mocking commentary from The Husband.
And while I enjoy my time alone. It's too quiet. I feel like I should pouring juice or picking something off the floor or serving food. And I'm ready for them to come home. But until they do, Momma's going to have another glass of wine.
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AutismWonderland - written by Lisa Quinones-Fontanez - is a personal blog chronicling a NYC family's journey with autism, while also sharing local resources for children/families with special needs.