BMG started a two-week assignment in New Orleans yesterday. I spent most of the day at home, reveling in my temporary bachelorette-dom. Reflecting on my Saturday, while waking up on Sunday morning, I realized there are a host of small things I would do differently if I lived alone. These include:- Turning the air conditioners to "fan" at night; turning the air conditioners to "fan" when I'm not home for long stretches (I'm not psyched to see our electric bill for the last month.)
- Making the the bed immediately after getting up (My motto? "Working hard to keep cat hair and litter out of the sheets.")
- Turning off the bathroom light, unless I'm in there.
- Lighting candles at night, and leaving them lit until I go to bed.
- Forgetting to shut the fridge door and the dishwasher for longish periods of time (Okay, maybe I do this when BMG is here, but with no one around facetiously and lovingly calling me "The Closer" I have to notice it now.)
- Preparing fewer meals with meat and carbs
- Throwing more food away that I think may trigger a mini binge ("Olive oil chips, you were delicious in Canada, now you are being thrown away.")
- Doing situps and stretches in the middle of the living room at totally random times.
We all compromise at home. If you didn't have to - if your sweetheart and/or your kids were away on a two-week trip - what do you do differently - consciously or unconsciously? And for those of you single folks who don't live with a partner, what do you think you'd have a hard time compromising in the event you do move in with someone?
2 comments:
I did a lot of living alone before I moved in with Gradon, and I think we're pretty good at coexisting -- he does the dishes after I cook, he does laundry while I'm at work (and I do it when he's off getting the kids), and we both like things cool temperature-wise, and the fridge stocked with good beer.
But I think I lived in a pretty girly universe before I came here -- I had counter and cabinet and basket space for gobs of product that I don't here, and I usually had candles burning and flowers in a vase somewhere.
The candles are less appealing in the ridiculous heat we've had since I've arrived, and he doesn't own a vase (I sold all of mine before I moved the 3K miles.)
And I can't even EXPLAIN how little space I have for anything in the bathroom. I'm littering myself throughout the house in response, I think, which goes against the clean and organized life I want to lead.
If he wasn't here, I'd eat a ton of tomatoes and mushrooms (he doesn't like either), and probably dance and sing around the house a lot more. Not that he'd mind -- but our taste in music DOES divide at spots.
But I like having him around. Even in our (cluttered) 474 square feet.
I think you guys have 473 feet.
I would practice shooting the gun more and teach the cats to trampoline.
I need more product.
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