The Single Life

Some things I've been loving about have all this me-time available? Things that I perhaps took for granted for that whole other 30.5 years of my life before my Boy came along?

Not getting out of my pyjamas for an entire weekend. Not even to go to the supermarket - my lovely winter coat hides a multitude of sins.

Not having to shave my legs for 4 weeks, until it's time to go to my monthly massage appointment and being too ashamed to subject the poor masseuse to such horrors. Then remembering how nice it feels to have freshly smooth legs!

Watching episode after episode of Mad Men on weeknights. Accompanied by blocks of Cadbury.

Not having my stuff scattered over two different houses. There is so much more thinking to be done when you have to consider what you're going to wear to work well before the time that you usually have to think about - that being when you're actually getting ready for work and you have an entire wardrobe to choose from...!

Ordering Pizza for dinner two nights in a row. Not from the same place though - what do you take me for?? Hell Pizza one night, Pizza Pomodoro the next. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.

You know what? There's not a lot else I can think of. I loved having my Boy to hang out with! I love that he's in New York and working hard and playing hard and hanging out with his old friends and experiencing the greatest city in the world, and I get to hear about it all first hand. We're in contact every single day, and the one-month mark suddenly descended upon me today without so much as a whimper. Time is totally flying!