Home Alone

              

Above. A video of me when Flavio is out of town.

Flavio's out of town for work and I'm realizing Single Sarah makes an appearance when he's not here. I've regressed to who I was before we lived together...and I'm not sure I like her.

I am usually obsessed with making sure we have healthy, balanced meals. But tonight I had a cupcake and wine for dinner, and then grazed on some popcorn...?? And breakfast this morning? A cupcake and extra coffee.

I love a clean house, but currently my dirty laundry has taken over, my clean clothes are strewn everywhere and the dishes need to be done.

I've been prancing around in the buff.

I don't typically have time for trash TV, blogging, crafts, pliates, on-line shopping, long prune-y baths with champagne, reading, etc. but this week, I've done it all. And I've been staying up really late, talking to myself, singing to the dog, watching Conan, making cocktails, and then getting up late for work in the morning.

The quiet was fun at first, but last night I fell asleep on the couch, and woke up in the middle of the night, lonely and scared.

I think I'm going crazy. I've been institutionalized by marriage and can't function outside it. He comes home tomorrow, thank god. I miss that guy.

I gotta get this place cleaned up.