Doug is usually home before me at the end of a work day, so when I make a left turn onto our street and don’t see his truck in the driveway it’s not the norm. On this day, he is away on a hunting trip and it’s the beginning of a four-day run for me to be at home alone.
Lucky remains in the backyard, having not yet been let in as Doug usually does. He waits anxiously behind the glass door, trying desperately to curb his excitement as he sees me approaching to let him in. When the door opens the dog darts in – past the cat who sits patiently waiting for head scratches. Whiskers is instantly annoyed and he turns from my reach and struts away, head and tail held high. “Hmph. Your loss, Jay-cat. Your loss…”
As usual when Doug is away, the pets and I fall into a different groove. They clamor for my space, both craving my undivided attention. I continually remind Lucky to “leave the cat alone.” (Oh wait, I do that when Doug’s at home too…)
I change out of my work clothes and slip into something more comfortable: my oldest baggy pajama pants and a slouchy t-shirt - I don't even match. I smile to myself when I think about the clothes I choose when Doug’s not around. I figure he wouldn’t mind one way or another, but...well...I do step it up a notch or two when he's at home. Well, at least I try to match.
My evening meal consists of a small bowl of raisin bran cereal followed by a glass of wine – fine dining for my solo evening. I think of Doug again and wonder what his time alone looks like when I'm away. I doubt he really cares about what he’s wearing on any given evening, but I know that his evening meals are usually eaten at a local establishment with a side of cold beer. Clearly drowning his sorrows and missing me a whole lot. :o]
When the lights go out at bedtime, noises materialize in parts of our house that never happen when Doug is at home. The cat looks nervous at the foot of my bed, but the dog snores softly in his own. It takes forever for me to fall asleep, but once I do I'm out for the night! It's not until the alarm sounds at 5:00 a.m. that am I thrust back to the reality that I'm home alone.
As I sip my morning coffee I think of Doug again. Is he drinking coffee at camp with his brothers, I wonder, or has he already made his way to the hill side to get an early start to his day? Wherever he is I bet he's thinking of me, maybe finding heart shaped rocks and secretly longing for the comforts of home.
As for me? I'll finish drinking my coffee in my mis-matched pajamas and then hit the shower. And I probably won't make the bed today...
Today I'm linking up with my blog friend, Alexa and her
read more simple moment stories.