I don't know when it happened, but somewhere down the road, Jack and I became homebody's. Maybe it began after we got engaged. The irony is, two very social people decided they preferred to stay home. We hung out, laughed, played music and cooked together. As we got older, it was harder for me to get Jack out, but once he did, he always had a riot.
Tonight, I could have done anything. Ben is at an overnight b-day party. So, what do I do...I stay home. I cleaned a bathroom. I gagged twice. For some reason, I simply hate to clean the bathroom. Jack knew that about me. He always cleaned the bathrooms and I loved him for that.
I played music. By habit I put in Elvis Costello, then I listened to music that wouldn't have been acceptable. I listened to soundtracks from the theatre. Evita, Cats, Rent and Phantom of the Opera. I blared the volume only because it has to be loud, to capture the true essence of the orchestra, especially when they crescendo.
I made a wonderful crab stuffed flounder..thank-you Trader Joe's.
It's funny, I used to always want some solitude..just some alone time. Now that I've got it, I'm not so sure the grass is greener. I want both my boy's back...only to hear them complain about how the house stinks because of my dinner. Now that would be music to my ears.
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