A Few Days of Temporary Bachelorhood
Mar. 30th, 2024 08:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
canyonwalkerI've been a temporary bachelor the past few days. Hawk has been away on a business trip. She left early Tuesday. For the past four days now I've been on my own.
These past four days have been nothing like the pop culture notions of what happens when a middle aged married guy is left on his own for a few days. The house is not a disaster zone. There are no piles of pizza boxes and takeout bags in the kitchen. There are no stacks of dirty dishes, either. The fridge was never filled with "care packages" of precooked food for a man who can't boil an egg without burning the pot. In fact during the past 4 days I cooked slightly more than I ate, so there's a "care package" for my spouse in case she wants an easy meal of reheating some pasta.
As for things outside of keeping the house clean and cooking for myself? Well, to borrow a phrase Hawk has used when the roles have been reversed 100s of times in the past, "It was nice having the place to myself for a few days." I woke up at my normal times, not when her too-early alarm jolted me awake at 5am or when she came to bed at 1am. I focused on my work during the day. In the evenings I took it easy and only worried about my own wants and needs.
I've quipped in the past that periods of unemployment have been like practice runs for retirement. Is this temporary bachelorhood thus a practice run for being a widower? Oh, hell no! It's just been a few days of living alone knowing things will return to normal afterward.
These past four days have been nothing like the pop culture notions of what happens when a middle aged married guy is left on his own for a few days. The house is not a disaster zone. There are no piles of pizza boxes and takeout bags in the kitchen. There are no stacks of dirty dishes, either. The fridge was never filled with "care packages" of precooked food for a man who can't boil an egg without burning the pot. In fact during the past 4 days I cooked slightly more than I ate, so there's a "care package" for my spouse in case she wants an easy meal of reheating some pasta.
As for things outside of keeping the house clean and cooking for myself? Well, to borrow a phrase Hawk has used when the roles have been reversed 100s of times in the past, "It was nice having the place to myself for a few days." I woke up at my normal times, not when her too-early alarm jolted me awake at 5am or when she came to bed at 1am. I focused on my work during the day. In the evenings I took it easy and only worried about my own wants and needs.
I've quipped in the past that periods of unemployment have been like practice runs for retirement. Is this temporary bachelorhood thus a practice run for being a widower? Oh, hell no! It's just been a few days of living alone knowing things will return to normal afterward.
