Alone time is a good thing

There's something to be said about alone time. The time when you no longer have to make sure that full meals are prepared on time, the dishes are done, laundry washed and folded, house tidy, etc. The time when you go stock up on junk food and send yourself into a chocolate coma beyond reason and don't plan on returning for a while  because there is nobody there to tell you not to. You let yourself go and enjoy life to the fullest.....until you wake up from your junk food induced coma and look at your house and realize that you no longer enjoy having things in a bit of a mess.

This has recently happened to me and I'm not quite sure what to think of it. I was shocked to find myself vacuuming excessively and scrubbing the floors...and not thinking horrid thoughts of the one who usually forces these duties upon me...I was the one taking the initiative this time. I guess years of living with an obsessive neat freak has rubbed off on me. I did come to the realization that if the obsessor hadn't been overly obsessive, I wouldn't have had this revelation, so therefore, I'm thankful. Strange huh? But I am. That doesn't mean that an early arrival has made my day feel like rainbows and glitter by any means. I'm not looking forward to moving back into the perfection routine, but I can move back into it with this new realization and maybe, just maybe, I won't resent the obsessive tendencies quite as much as before...Time will tell.