And I'm spent

What a long weekend. Not that I get to enjoy my weekends anymore, but this one was packed to the gills. Packed too much with work, cleaning and obligations that left me very little time for me.

God that sounds so selfish, doesn't it?

But you know what, I miss my me time. Long ago and far away I actually had an apartment on my own. And I loved it. I could turn the lights on and bang around as much as I wanted no matter how late it was. I only had myself to clean up after. And if I wanted to, I could take a bath with the door hanging open. Heaven. Don't get me wrong, my room mates (past and present included) have all been great. It's just, well, I miss that quiet alone time.

Maybe that's why Room mate #1's long weekend trip to Talladega (he's a closed redneck, watches NASCAR religiously) came at a good time. I practically had the house to myself. Room mate #2 was still there but between his work schedule and mine we were very rarely there at the same time. Even if we had been, and the weather would have cooperated (is the March or May?!), I could have escaped to the balcony. It's become my sanctuary. Last year I put two Adirondak chairs out there. This year I intend to add a small table and some plants. My own little hide away.

Sunday I hosted a Pampered Chef party. Chad's wife Jen just recently started selling the stuff so I invited some friends over to help her get started. It ended up just being my mom, grandmother and I but we had a good time anyway. I don't spend as much time with those two as I should so I guess the three hours they were at my house count as family quality time. Even better, we all actually got along, no eye rolling or heavy sighing. Either that's a sign that I'm getting more patient or have just given in to the inevitable.

I share genes with these people and will, despite my best efforts, become my mother. Perish the thought.