I have an i problem. Not an eye problem but an “i” problem because every time I tried to type “I” it seemed to come out as “i” and in the true spirit of stream of consciousness, I left it.
This week was a little busy and I only recently sat down to read last week’s posts. And you know what? It was a record-breaking week. I’m starting to think you guys like this whole brain dump concept.
And I love, love, LOVE finding new blogs and especially new people on Twitter. I love to tweet, like, A LOT. So if you haven’t had the chance, I’d love it if you follow me @allthingsfadra. If I’m new to your site, I usually try to find your Twitter ID and follow. If it’s not immediately obvious, leave me a comment with your ID. I’ll definitely follow you and I always try to give a retweet to anything tagged with #SOCSunday.
Now that that’s out of the way, go forth and read about how I became a homebody.
I used to work a 10:30 to 7:30 shift (which are like peak hours for me). It was awesome because I could stay up until 1am every night and get up at 9 and be at work by 10:30. Late nights AND 8 hours of sleep.
Back then, I was okay getting home from work close to 8pm and hanging out in my apartment. But on weekends, I needed to do something. Go somewhere.
If I was between boyfriends, I’d take myself to the movies. All by myself. Or I’d go shopping. or go to a concert. Often by myself (never had close girlfriends until the past few years).
Even once I married, i was always ready to go somewhere on the weekends. i NEEDED it. Even if it was simply to go out to eat. In fact, we went out to eat a lot.
Then I had a kid. I had a rude awakening and was home A LOT. Luckily, I had some mommy friends that would invite me out. Everytime they asked, it was a resounding YES.
But something has changed over the past 2 years. I started “working” from home. I started to enjoy the solitude of my house. i started to enjoy when we were all together cooking dinner, watching family shows, and just being together.
I never thought I’d be this way but I am a homebody.