Since closing on our house November 1st, Coach and I's free time has completely disappeared. Our house was not at all turn key ready, so every evening after work we went over to the house to whip it in to shape. I still do some work on the side for my old job, so 2 evenings a week I've got scripts to work on.
Needless to say, my me time was nonexistent.
Coach is away this week for a coach's conference. I miss him, and I know by Friday I'll be dying to see him....but.....I am loving every second of me time I'm having this week. Last night I watched 2 episodes of Bones in bed while I crafted. It was heaven. And I slept in the middle of the bed, all sprawled out. And hogged all the covers.
I feel awful about not missing him more, but hell...I feel like I'm on a personal vacation or something!
Tonight-more crafting. And at least 2 more episodes of Bones. Then I'm going to turn on the Nat Geo special on the Gospel of Judas while I fall asleep. Yummm....
Just to further excuse my guilt, Coach and I spent our entire 16 month engagement living 2 hours away. I saw him 2-3 times a month, so pretty much all I had was me time.
The guilt, the guilt! Do you enjoy me time? To the point where you aren't super upset that your partner is out of town?