Skeeter took the children to a fishing rodeo this weekend. Originally it was just going to be an activity for Skeeter and Spyder, but Sass decided she'd like to go as well. And off they went.
That left me at home -- alone -- for more than two hours. I had no idea what to do. Seriously. I love being alone. I always have. But I haven't had the opportunity to be at home completely alone for more than a couple of hours in, oh, 10 years.
Skeeter (with children) and I (without) parted company at church, after the vacation bible school program and carnival. When I got home, I truly had no idea what to do. No little hands pulling at me. No one asking for something. I sat on the couch in the silence for a while, enjoying the emptiness.
Over the next 18 hours, I did all of the normal things that I do on Friday night and Saturday morning. I folded laundry; I did the dishes; I took a load of things to the thrift store. It wasn't until Skeeter and the children were on the way home that I realized something important.
I have abandoned my hobbies. I used to make soap and do scrapbooking. I was never emotionally attached to the activities, but I did enjoy them. I haven't touched my supplies for either hobby in at least two years. Once I found myself presented with an opportunity to do them, I didn't know where to begin.
I'm not sure where to go from here, but that was a real eye-opener.