So the family is heading away for the weekend tomorrow night. Back to Hudson’s namesake just outside of Montreal. Hudson is a bucolic treasure on the shores of the lac des Deux Montagnes and where my wife grew up and where her mother still lives. It’s a visit to grandma’s house for the boys and a reconnect for Steph as many of her friends still live there, including two of her closest.
But seriously, what does this all mean? It means as of 6:00pm tomorrow night, me and my dog Alice will be spending three days at home alone.
The last time the kids were away was a week in August. They spent eight days with my sister and my mother as Steph and I were working. At first the freedom was nice, a breather, quality time alone with my wife (prwrrrr!). But by day three I was jonesing to see the boys, smell their hair, cuddle and wrestle and chill. This time I do not have Steph to hang out with so I will have to fill my time accordingly. It’s funny how initially attractive the thought of being alone is – the beer in my boxers while watching a sport event, or sleeping in and eating a fried egg sandwich in bed. But the truth is my dynamic is built around the imbroglio of child rearing and wife partnering. Take that away from me and I am bit lost, not knowing what to do with all this free time, I mean there is only so much hand lotion in the house.
Ok, this is a bit too woe is me. Yes I will enjoy the alone time and yes, I am playing golf on Saturday with three of my oldest friends. But usually, when this rare event happens, I try to plan my days and nights to take advantage of the freedom and maybe because my plans are falling through I am anticipating being bored which will elevate the missing of my boys and wife.
So, that being said, anyone want to go for a drink?
Do you take advantage of downtime? Do you get downtime?