The kids are with Grandma & Grandpa for an overnight. My husband just left to take his son home, and then he’s going on to work.
I love my family. I would walk on the sun for them. I would eat broken glass for them. But sometimes, a body just needs a little peace & quiet.
I’ll probably just slip into my new jammies (soft, fluffy, comfy jammies–not lingerie),toast up some Pop Tarts, curl up on the couch, read a book & watch some TV. I have a good book about the history of exploitation films that I started a few days ago. Lots of neat pictures.
Ahhhhhh…excuse me, my Pop-Tarts are done.
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You must be a hundred times the housekeeper I am, Cristi. When I get the house all to myself, I think, “Finally. No boy running around pulling out everything I put away, and no husband cluttering up the living room with all the essential gear needed to play video games. I can CLEAN!!”
That, or I think, “Finally. No boy running around pulling out everything he sees, and no husband hanging over my shoulder. I can hang out in the #straightdope!!!”
“I like toast.” 
Housekeeper?
BWAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
My house is a mess. I certainly could clean it, while there’s no one here. I’m simply coosing not to do it right now. Later this evening, I will probably pick up in the living room. My husband can clean the kitchen & bathroom tomorrow, while he’s home all day by himself. Of course, he’ll probably spend a few hours surfing for porn, since the kids won’t be around…but he’ll get to the kitchen eventually.
I’m home alone too, until Wednesday, that’s when my wife is coming back from Virginia. The kid went with her so last five days were just me and the dog.
Mrs. Bluepony (love her to death) planned out meals for me in the fridge due to my inability to cook and fend for myself. They are still in fridge and I need to get rid of all these pizza boxes and empty beer cans. Kinda reminds me of college days with the cans on top of the TV and laying around the sofa.
I have to do major housecleaning and find out where the vacuum cleaner is. Dog is well-behaved and trained around missus. Without missus, dog has reverted to state of maniacal canine anarchy brought on by an obvious lack of household authority figures. Mrs Bluepony does not want dog on furniture, the human husband unit does not care one way or another. Dog has been in paradise, camped out on leather sofa eating dropped Cheetos and leftover pizza crusts.
Planning to take Tuesday off so I can do some major damage control and destruction of incriminating evidence (dog hair on sofa, pizza crusts, beer rings on expensive table, feeding some of pre-planned meals to dog so Mrs Bluepony does not think I went on fast food binge, etc)
…send lawyers, guns, and money…
Warren Zevon
Oh yeah, have fun on your Home Alone vacation, Cristi! Do you happen to know where vacuum cleaners are normally kept? 
…send lawyers, guns, and money…
Warren Zevon
Cristi and Bluepony… Home alone too. But It’s a daily thing for me. Totilhate married and moved out, ChiefScott on the other side of the world… Man it’s quiet. Do y’all want to play cards or something? Oh, Bluepony, look in the closet. And don’t forget the trash. It’s a dead giveaway. ChiefScott left food in the freezer for me too. I don’t want to eat it though. It looks so pretty sitting there. I like cans. Two steps and I’m through…
Girlbysea (AKA: ChiefScott’s GBS)
Spent the last two days cleaning the house top to bottom after my week-long visitors left for home. (Ok, I did spend a few hours in the dentist’s chair yesterday. Fun.) The place is all mine and all clean once more!
It really is nice to be alone again, but I wouldn’t have minded spending some time with this gent I’m interested in, instead of doing chores. 
Oh well, at least the house is clean…
Lacey
“Casey got hit with a bucket o’ ****
and the baaannnnddd plaaayyed onnnnnnn…”
Until child number 2 is finished with breastfeeding ( Or I stop being lazy and break out the breast pump and make a couple of bottles for her) and I can leave the kids with my mother in law, I won’t be totally alone for a few months.
Surprisingly enough, this is ok by me.
When I am alone I will either bolt out of the house and enjoy going somewhere unemcumbered by children and their assorted gear or nap time schedules. OR take a long nap.
Hey, if you have canine anarchy going, just squirt some aerosol cheese stuff around. The crumbs and crusts will adhere to the cheese and the dog will snarf up the whole shebang.
Enjoy your solitude night, Cristi! Do you wonder about that commercial where the hubby goes off to a whoop-de-doo thing and the wife blisses out on some canned soup? Truly feeble.
Splurge on some killer ice cream, or some food the family hates. Eat it while reading. Then take a long, leisurely, uninterrupted bubble bath. Crawl into your snugglies and play with the remote. Watch some mushy thing your hubby would rather have his eyes gouged out with the rusted lid of a tuna fish can than watch. Read in bed.
Veb
So, you’re home ALONE hmmm! … It’s NAKED TIME!!! Whoohooo! Take it ALL off, trust me, you’ll feel freer than ever before! In the kitchen… NAKED… in the den… NAKED, oh the possibilities are endless! By the way… can I come over? … Y’know … for NAKED TIME?
MY FISH IN NO WAY RESEMBLE A VAGINA!
Kisses!
Ophy
Bluepony… you know what you must do… NAKED PARTY WEEK! Invite all your friends, have em GET NAKED, and y’know… party. NOW PLuepony, I know what you’re thinking, this is NOT an orgy! It’s just a bunch of friends… NAKED, hanging out… NAKED, drinkin beer… NAKED, watching a little TV… NAKED, oh yeah, you haven’t partied till you’ve partied NAKED! By the way can I come over? …Y’know… for NAKED PARTY WEEK?
MY FISH IN NO WAY RESEMBLE A VAGINA!
Kisses!
Ophy
Well, the kids are home now. So is the husband. Husband cleaned the kitchen. He even mopped. Whadda guy.
I didn’t do anything last night. Nothing. not a freakin’ thing. I wanted to stay up, I really did. I fell asleep watching “Raising the Mammoth.” I didn’t even have time to get naked. Oh well. It was nice to sleep.
Blue: I have no idea where vacuum cleaners are kept. I have hardwood floors. My broom is between my refrigerator & my stove, though, if that helps at all? Try the cheez-wiz magnet idea. That’s the best one I’ve heard in a long, long time!
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Y’know what’s great? Vacuuming NAKED!
Where’s my side of FUN!?
Kisses!
Ophy