Here I Go Again On My Own....

This weekend, I got to revel in the glory days as a single girl, as David packed up the clubs and headed out of state on a golf trip.  I would be lying if I didn't say that had mixed feelings about being alone all weekend. I would miss having him around, of course, but I was also looking forward to the prospect of sleeping in the dead-center of our bed, starfish-style and undisturbed.

If this weekend had occurred 2+ years ago, plans would have been established days in advance to hit the town, paint it fire-engine red, and make good and sure I couldn't move the next day except to fumble blindly in the medicine cabinet for the Excedrin before collapsing back in bed.

O yes, I have concluded that I now march in line with the Army of Adults... I fell into formation like an honorable soldier and didn't realize it was occurring... until it was too late. I know this now because I was not excited about David leaving town so I could head out with the girls and pretend I was 21 again, but because I had a to-do list about a mile long and needed complete isolation in order to get it all finished.  And, for the record, this "to-do" list did not include imbibing a bottle of red by 9 pm on Friday evening.  In fact, the only wine I drank this weekend was a glass of pinot at dinner last night. With my grandmother.

And Friday night consisted of a couple of girls taking the dogs on a walk, Mexican for dinner, and a quick trip to the grocery store to satisfy a severe cookie cake craving (we painstakingly chose the one with the most frosting to the utter amusement of the lady working in the bakery) and watching/snoozing through Dateline. 

I also...

Completed the task of pricing and dropping off my items for the Junior League Clean Sweep Sale so David will quit complaining about the pile of junk sitting in our shed and crowding his lawn tools...

Took this little face to play with my parents pups, Sam's Aunts, Mabel and Lois (I took this picture a few weeks ago, and couldn't believe how much gas prices have come down!)

Did a little bit of ironing... my least favorite activity on this green Earth. I even ruined a shirt. Word of Advice: do not iron cheap polyester unless you want your clothes to look like swiss cheese.

Finished up my wedding thank-you's while sitting outside and enjoying the sunshine... Victory! You have a full year to get them in the mail, right?

Grocery shopped and enjoyed really delicious Greek Lamb Burgers with David tonight...

And finally... washed A LOT of laundry (most of it had already been put away before I took the picture)

And, five loads later, in admiring my handywork and feeling a sense of accomplishment with the sea of folded laundry before me, I observed that the majority of last week's laundry was my running clothes.  Running shorts, sports bras, socks, and t-shirts.  I reviewed the past week in my head and recalled that I did not go to the gym or go running one single day last week.

Every day after work, I come home and put on work-out clothes, even if I am not planning on any more physical activity than sitting on the couch, holding the remote control, and switching back and forth between HGTV and Food Network.  And, on the weekends, I wake up and throw on yoga pants and a t-shirt even though I slept through the 9 am Yogalates class at the gym.  I do this because I am... apparently too lazy to put on real people clothes.

Abruptly, I had this horrible flashback to a Tide commercial that I always smirk at and think to myself "What a travesty that this poor woman is too lazy to get dressed!!" 

That poor woman is apparently me.  Who's laughing now??