Bachelorism - Day Two
Well, the second day on my own was Monday, and to be honest, the wife and I don’t see eachother too much during the week as it is. Mondays she typically has an evening class, so the only difference was there was nobody to vent to at the end of the day.
Beside the faceless internet, of course, so thanks for that.
Besides my alarm clock going off at 4 (because I forgot to reset it from Sunday), the day was about the same as any other Monday. I’m starting to think my grand experiment of dependency is going to be sorely anti-climactic. I slept through the alarm, totally missing my carpool to work, and then left my lunch on the counter on my way out the door. Truth be told, this has happened on days when the wife is here, too. The exception is that I can turn the light on in the bedroom when I wake up, as opposed to stumbling through the bedroom in the dark.
Sushi for lunch, again.
Not that I mind.
Once home for the evening though is where I really started to notice I was alone. In fact, once I left work on Monday I didn’t speak to another person until about 8:00AM when my colleagues began showing up on Tuesday. Sure, I was on Twitter and email, but somehow I don’t think it’s the same.
The radio was on, I was preparing a steak and salad for dinner, and I was totally eavesdropping on the people out by the pool. I don’t know if it was because I didn’t have anyone else to talk to or what, but I was completely engrossed in what they were saying. It’s just unfortunate that I could hear them so well, as they appeared to be idiots. Most of what they were talking about sounded like it came off one of those LOLcat pictures. And on an aside, speaking the abbreviations “OMG” and “WTF” saves absolutely nothing over using the actual words. If you’re going to curse, do it in English.
After dinner the evening was spent taking the shower doors in both bathrooms apart to clean them…whoever designed these things must not have had any idea about the pervasiveness of water. The nice part is that since my sensitive better half is gone, I can hit these doors with the strong stuff: bleach in a spray bottle, baby! After the cloud of poison cleared, they looked like new. Sure, it may have just been my bloodshot eyes coloring my surroundings white, but I hope not.
At the end of the night I was going to go with an Irish Coffee in light of the holiday, but I was out of decaf, and didn’t want to tempt fate with regular coffee at 9:00PM. I capped off the night with an Irish Cream on the rocks. And yes, because I was by myself and didn’t have to answer to anyone, my drink was probably larger than it should have been, and I probably could have stopped at one, but it’s just so tasty.
And with the whole bed to myself - man, did I sleep well!
