My 48 hours of solitude ended last night when I pulled into my parent's driveway and saw my little Sydney standing at the doorway.
I called out, "Hi Sydney!"
She called back, "Where's Daisy?"
Nice to know I was missed.
And how did the 2 days go? The painting, the latte drinking, the Pride & Prejudice watching? Well, I had to pick myself up after a torturous Tuesday of painting the kitchen and deciding that I didn't like the color. A trip to Home Depot to see if they could change the paint. More painting. More not liking. Another trip to Home Depot, where the nice paint lady wished me luck and told me not to cry too much. "Even I had to repaint my bathroom when the color I picked out had too much yellow." It's small comfort that professionals make mistake when I spend a grueling few hours painting a 3/4" trim. And the new color? It's a no go. At this point I think I'll just paint it back to the color it was because, while it wasn't my favorite, it didn't make me want to cry.
The whole paint fiasco was rather deflating, I admit. I had grand plans of all things house re-doing, but in the end, I ended up accomplishing very little. I tried to re-motivate myself: another latte, a take-out order from Applebee's. But then any chance of being inspired and rejuvenated by watching Scrubs--my fave TV comedy--was dashed when the episode ended on an emotional note that left me all weepy and wishing I could talk to Jason (who had turned off his cell phone).
All was not lost, however. I was determined to save Spring Break 2006 by spending Wednesday not doing anything but watching movies (repeat viewings of In My Father's Den and Pride & Prejudice), reading books, and eating cereal. That was a task easily accomplished. I have a list a mile long of things to accomplish anytime I don't have Sydney around, but when those times come I am hard pressed to actually get a lot done. I convince myself that I need that too.
Even though it was nice to have some time to myself, after awhile I start to get uneasy. As if my skin doesn't quite fit around the idea of being alone. I do it every once in awhile--a week in NYC, a weekend in Paris, the past couple days--but I start to get lonesome and insecure. I'm a family girl at heart and soul, and it's good to have the three of us back together again.
As for the painting...*sigh*...maybe Jason can fix it.