Last Saturday, while I ran with the giraffes, my wife and kids boarded a plane to spend a week at my mother-in-law's boyfriend's son's condo in Scottsdale, Arizona. I picked them up at the airport last night, thus ending 8 days of bachelorhood.
Here's a collection of thoughts and observations culled from a week by myself.
- I produced very little garbage. I filled about 1/3rd of a single little bag during the week. I didn't produce a whole lot of recyclables, either. I found the reduction in waste fascinating.
- I forget to eat. Every night I had to remind myself to wolf down a meal, and bachelor Mike eats crap. I'm so glad the family is home because I'm starving.
- When I'm home alone, I work too much. The house is so quiet I ended up turning on the laptop and working until it was time to sleep. The bulk of both weekends were spent working, and all work and no play makes Mike a dull boy.
- I'm not messy. Living alone for a week, it was so easy to keep a clean and tidy home. I now know who to blame for messes, and it ain't me.
- I listened to a great deal more radio. At night I would put the radio on a timer and fall asleep to it, and in the morning I would let it play while I got ready to leave for work. I used to do the same thing before I got married.
- I suck at bachelorhood. It was too quiet, I missed my wife, I missed my kids, I missed the noise and I missed the demise of the dull moment. I've never lived alone, and it might be best that I never do.
