It’s very odd being on your own after living in a house with seven other people for a few days. I need to stay down south for another day as I’m working tomorrow in Bunbury and I thought I’d have to spend a night on my own but instead everyone left early this morning and I’m left, with a lot more me time than I expected.
Now it’s all very well to have me time and I know I continually crave it when I’m in the rat race at home. But you know, I’m just not quite sure what to do with myself.
To start with I thought I’d clean the house. Then I took the garbage to the tip. Now, I’m down at the shopping centre internet cafe chatting with you. And I must admit, it’s nice just to blog away knowing that noone is going to come and hang around waiting for me to finish. Or ask me for money.
But then, after I buy some loo paper and water and maybe an avocado, I’ll be at a loose end. I’ve read my books. I don’t really want to work.
I should go for a walk.
I think the problem is that I’m not used to not being busy.
Maybe I should do nothing. Just, do nothing.
Hmmm. Do nothing and maybe have a glass of wine.
Yeah. THAT sounds like a plan. 
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Make the most of it while you can!! Me time = luxury
I know what you mean though. I seem to spend all my time wishing for a few moments to myself and then when I get it I don’t know what to do. I can’t function unless I’m doing 3 things at once.
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I think it’s really difficult to do nothing, especially after years of mothering, working, caring for relatives, caring for the house and ALWAYS being the go-to person. I’d go nuts with nothing to do, but I should learn, we all should be able to totally relax every once in a while.
My hubby goes out for a walk for a couple of hours once or twice a week so that I have some me time, but he doesn’t have anywhere specific to go or any friends he can go visit, so I know he’s just out there wandering around waiting to come home again, which makes it hard for me to get absorbed in anything, knowing he’s out there wanting his tv and his coffee. Many times I tell him “just stay home” and he does, but then we irritate each other.