I arrive home to a dark house, knowing my husband will not be home and I cannot wait to get started. It’s what I’ve thought about all afternoon. I realize I have to watch the clock but it’ll be done before he even comes back.
I take my purse and briefcase out of the car and find my way to the back door in the dark. The son-of-a-bitch forgot to leave the lights on again. I don’t hesitate with the lack of lighting or getting the key in the door though. I am totally focused on what I need to do.
I open the door and he is inside waiting for me. I put on his harness and leash as fast as I can. He needs relief, so it doesn’t take long once we are back outside. I walk down the driveway and number two comes easily also. We run back inside and meet the cats for dinner.
On my way to the food closet, I turn on my laptop. I feed all three of our pets and they are satisfied to get what they’ve been awaiting. I pull out other containers from the fridge and start to construct my own dinner. Before I heat it up, I enter my username and password.
I go to the stove and still don’t feel like I’m moving fast enough. I hear the food and internet firing up as I pour my juice. I am beside myself. (I am home alone.) The buzzer sounds and I sit down with my Chinese food as the anxiety melts away.
I am finally here with you fine people.
I have everything I want in my stolen moment. My husband isn’t home yet but I cannot wait to see what transpires while he is away. It starts with the cats in my lap, the dog snuggled next to me and a soft glow in the room. I’m finally alone with the rest of my thoughts.