My husband and I made an agreement… I get up at 6am, and I can work six hours straight, then he needs to go. Part of me thinks that’s uncool that I’m on the unpleasant end of the schedule, but I’ll take it.
I’m get time to do what I need to do–Yes, and I don’t even have to lock myself in a room to do it (that never really works anyway). I thought of going to my station to write and edit, but even the office has it’s own slew of distractions. I decided to a restaurant with wifi, where no kids (who need me) can bug me, and no one I know will talk to me.
Peace and quiet. Alone time.
I would have never thought that I–The most social person on the planet–Would covet time alone so much.
So excuse me while I polish off my egg mcmuffin and wash it down with OJ. It may be the buttcrack of dawn, and slightly sad how excited I was to wake up and drive to a fast food restaurant to work. But I’m alone, and I’m lovin’ it.