Alone Time

Everyone who knows me knows that I don't do alone very well.  Maybe I will bury my head in the couch for a little while, but I usually want company while I do it.
For that reason, I have loved the last couple of weeks.  I get up and go to work every morning, start the coffee, put paper in the copier, and stand at the door to greet everyone as they walk in.  I'm surrounded by wonderful teachers all day and children who adore me (well, a few do, anyway.  None of them hate me yet, at least),  I get to make their copies and stand watching the rain with them.  And then I meet Leslie at the front door as school is getting out to have our mini party planet meeting, I put my group of kids on the bus, and drive home to Cricket and Jesse, and dinner and ice cream and Harry Potter, and it is fantastic.  Jesse says I'm a workaholic, but really I just love all my people and I want to spend time with them and do everything I can for them.
Also, James finally managed to make it up to see us!  He brought some MREs and his fake jeep (which just means its a funky color and isn't lifted or anything cool or whatever), and said he's just here for the free food.  I will say this: it is so nice to have someone really appreciate my cooking.  I love Jesse, and I know he loves and appreciates me and the fact that I cook for him, but no one will ever love my bread the way James does.  I baked a loaf today.  It came out of the crockpot around three, and was gone by 5:30; it only lasted that long because I told the boys they had to save some to have with dinner.  But I also promised french toast in the morning, so here I am, at 9:42 pm, with bread dough rising.  Still rising, I should say.  I say that because it has already risen for an hour before I realized that there was no yeast in it.  Niiiiice.  That's what I get for being distracted, talking to my mother's answering machine, while mixing it up.
And here I am.  This is the point of what I was saying!  All that about me not doing alone and all that jazz...here I am, in my apartment, at nearly 10 on a Saturday night, totally alone, and quite enjoying it!  It's crazy.  I left the boys at Charlie's to shoot pigs, dropped Cricket off at work at Party Planet, and came home to wait for her to get off.  I turned on some Netflix, started my (unleavened) bread, vacuumed, and did some yoga in my underwear.  Do you know how long it's been since I've been able to wander around my house in my underwear, much less do yoga in my living room in such a state?  I never, ever, ever, never thought that would be something that I would have any desire to do, and I apologize for all of you out there with vivid imaginations, but sometimes you just have to enjoy your alone time.  A whole year (sooooo much time....ha!) of marriage has taught me many things, and that is one of the most important, though more difficult for me to deal with.