I Don't Wanna Be Lonely No More

So the title of this post is two-fold. It's both an ode to my most favoritest band/singer Rob Thomas who sings a song with this title, and it's also an ode to my current miserable state.

I dropped John off at the airport yesterday evening for a business trip to New York. Sadly, I did not get to tag along on this one. Now, for the next 3+ days I'll be all by my lonesome. I was actually dreading it the moment I heard him mention the trip plans. Silly I know. I spent the majority of my single years by myself. Well except for the occasional roommate but you get the idea. The silence never bothered me (with the added help of my dear friend Mr. TV). I got the blues occasionally but found pride in my independence along the way. And now that I'm a newlywed of 8 months, I can hardly tolerate the silence. Up until now, I've managed to visit my dear mother or siblings when John heads out of town. However, this time around, I figured it was time I learned to be a big girl and buck up. So...this is me....bucking up.....and blogging about it for my sympathetic readers.

So, what have I done today you ask? Well John taught me a trick of staying up late late late the night before so when you actually hit the bed you're already half asleep. And after trying this out last night I finally woke up this morning at 9:00ish. Woohoo!!! I survived!! Since then, I've managed to waller around, moaning, and rocking myself in the corner. Hahaha....ok not really but it was an entertaining visual wasn't it? I have managed to poke around, do some cleaning, head to the pool, and do some work as well. Not the most productive day but exactly what I've reserved it for. Today is the day I wallow in my sorrows. Tomorrow will be the day I actually grow up, get out of the house, and get something done. Sigh....the countdown begins.