This used to be a serious issue for me, as it was for many women not so long ago. Our husbands were leaving for a week (or more) for deer hunting season , and we’d be on our own….. alone. Oh no! how will we cope?!
That was then and this is now: Hurray! I will finally have some free “uninterrupted” time to myself. Words cannot express the anticipation I feel as he goes thru the rituals of packing and preparing for this manly journey.
I on the other hand cannot wait to say Good-bye and shut the door. Oh of course, I will (with a slightly sad face) waive from the window as he drives off. But once he’s gone I will thoroughly enjoy the peaceful days to follow.
Because I was a stay at home mom for most of the years that my children were growing up, the males in this family have a difficult time understanding that I have a life now. And still, even tho I’ve been working from home for over 3 years, don’t get it. They just don’t understand that when they ask me to do something (that they could very well do for themselves) and I say, “no I can’t right now, I’m busy”, that it’s the truth! They look at me like I must on drugs or something, and then will ask me in a tone of total disbelief, “why not? what are you doing that’s so important?” Ugh!
So this next week will be my Deer Season’s Blessing. No one will expect me to make a sandwich, find their cell phone, go grab his truck keys (which are never where he tells me he left them), take his phone messages, look for his hat, come help him hoist up “this or that” thing which usually weighs twice what I do! Cuz the littler things he can lift by himself.
He won’t be here to ask “what’s for dinner?” as he walks in the door and sees me still workingat my desk. Dah? And this is an intelligent man, seriously.
Will I miss him…… yes, at times. But for the most part, the week will fly by way too fast and he will be home again; talking a mile a minute about amazing stories from deer camp and the hunt. Bringing in tons of laundry to be washed, leftover food to be taken care of, and of course wild, hairy, bloody meat to be cut up and packaged in my spotless kitchen.
But he is soooo happy, and that in turn makes me happy too. And so life goes on….
Did I mention I’ll get to shop for as long as I want?! 
Hi, loved your post, so true, sometimes it feels so good to just be!
no worry about what to fix for dinner, and yes, to shop til you drop girlfriend for as long as you want!
Enjoy your week, I totally understand.
Thanks for the post Angie, it’s nice to know that there are other girls who feel the same as I do. We have a unique/mature understanding of men and family life.