I Love My Family, but Sometimes I Just Want to Be Alone

In the immortal words of my mother: I was a “mature” bride.

She said that. Really. The day I was trying on wedding dresses. I was 29 (I would be 30 on my wedding day) and she was talking to the sales associate.

She was just trying to think of a way to say “old” bride without being offensive. (This coming from the woman who might have been 20 when she walked down the aisle. To her I probably did seem old.)

I think there are pros and cons to being a “mature” bride and one of them is living on your own. It was great to be able to spend my 20s living on my own, moving across the country, getting jobs, getting fired from a couple of those jobs, quitting a few of those jobs, finding new jobs, traveling, etc.

The best part of waiting to get married was the part where I got to live on my own. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m a bit of a prickly person. I am easily irritated and I easily irritate those around me. I am not designed for co-habitation. I like my space. I like my solitude.

Don’t get me wrong, I love a good party and I’m not an introvert by any stretch of the imagination, but I just like to have some time to myself to unwind. I love to read and write without any background noise. I knew enough about myself that I insisted that our first house have two living areas (preferably on different floors), because I knew I’d need some “alone” time.

It wasn’t so bad when it was just me and the Hubs. I could carve out some time here and there. It wasn’t until we had kids that I realized I’d never have alone time again. I know, I know. There are many people reading this who have teenagers saying, “Just you wait, Jen, you’re going to miss those kids.” And my reply is: “Let’s try it.”

Whenever my kids ask me what I want for Christmas or my birthday or Mother’s Day, my answer is always the same: A day to myself. Alone. To do whatever I want with no one wondering where I am or when I’ll be back.

I never get what I ask for.

Next week, for the first time, I am heading to BlogHer ’12 in New York City. From what I hear I won’t have much alone time there either, but at least I won’t have to cut anyone’s food or face the Spanish Inquisition when I head out with 4,500 bloggers. It sounds as close to bliss as I can get! I’ll take it!

Be sure to read my daily rants at People I Want to Punch in the Throat where you’re sure to laugh and/or might be offended (it’s where you can find my R-rated rants).

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Article Posted 6 years Ago

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