while the cat's away

The Man left to the opposite coast for a bachelor party and I’ve got the homestead to my little ‘ol self.  Well, the Rabid Beast too.

He left Wednesday morning, before the butt crack of dawn, and it was radical how fast I changed my routine.  That morning, probably before he had even arrived at the airport, I had decided I WAS NOT shaving my legs.  And I didn’t.  Empowering! 

Now, day two since he’s been gone, the Rabid Beast and I have adapted to his absence.  I still haven’t shaved my legs, and I don’t plan on shaving my legs.  The Rabid Beast stole the Man’s bed spot last night.  I watch FOUR episodes of Law and Order (2 CI, 2 SVU) IN A ROW.  I’m going to eat my homemade white chili every single day.  Which will probably give me gas, but I don’t care ‘cause it’s only the Rabid Beast and I.  And truth be told, the Rabid Beast deserves some Fleur farts because too many times has he curled up next to me and let it rip.

The house is immaculate.  Pristine.  Every single item in its spot.  As soon as I got out of my non-leg-shaving shower Wednesday, I cleaned.  I was up a full hour earlier than normal, I had time to waste.  The house had been a disaster area.  Now, laundry is folded and hung.  Dishes are not only clean, but put away; not a stray dish in the sink, which is a pet peeve of mine, especially since the dishwasher waiting right next to the sink – I think this is an estrogen related problem.  I even did the self-clean cycle on the coffee maker for extra delicious de-caf coffee when the feeling hits.

I haven’t washed my hair in three days.

I watched two of the Law and Order shows in bed last night.  While eating frozen whipped cream clouds. 

I stole all of the covers.  All night.  And I made the bed this morning and last.  I love a made bed.

Tonight, I might just eat only edamame and drink a glass of white wine and call it a balanced meal.

In the mornings, I been playing really loud salsa music, AND making the Rabid Beast dance.

I’ve been peeing with the bathroom door open.

I may be creating bad habit that will be difficult to break once he returns next week.  But, until then I’m peeing with the door open.  And singing to the sound of tinkle.