I have this desire that rarely gets fulfilled, but I dream of often. I awaken, later than normal (meaning pretty much any time after seven in the morning), only to the sound of my Beasty scratching under her ears. There is no hubby snoring away beside me, no teenagers needing a drive anywhere, or help to open the pool. I stretch, and sit on the side of my bed to find a note with my name on my bed table. As I reach to enfold it, the following is written:
We have gone out for the day, the whole day.
We will not call, or text or contact you.
Enjoy this gift of a day to enjoy the quiet of our home,
as you wish,
hubby and the kids
And with the reading of the final line, a realization hits me,
I am home alone …
Hallelujah!
(oh, and did you catch the reference to the Princess Bride? “as you wish” … a little romantic reference always makes me happier).
What happens next is a bit of the Tom Cruise dance from the movie Risky Business, and Kevin from Home Alone eating way too much ice cream.
After the initial euphoria is spent on dancing in my underwear (T. M. I … too much information!) and eating ice cream for 
breakfast I would spread myself across the sofa and smile my biggest Cheshire Cat smile … and smile a contented sigh.
Hey, it is not that I do not love my family, or that I would wish them away. They are four of the best pieces of my life! It is just that once in a while, the thought of being home alone is simply so very delectable to me. The thought of having every waking hour, all to myself, with no expectations of anyone else, just about makes me want to burst with excitement.
And what would I do with all of those hours alone to myself? Well, after the dancing and eating of ice cream … I would probably write a blog post or two (because I love it) … make my bed (because it is my habit) … clean the bathroom (because it needs to be done) … make cookies (because hubby and the kids would love to come home to them) … finish a project or two (because there is always a project or two that is undone in our home) … and weed the garden (because there is just never any desire to do it when others are home).
Hum, other than the dancing and ice cream eating, it really looks like a pretty normal day … but, I desire it so much!
Hey, a girl can dream, right?!
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