I left my mom's home when I was 21 and moved in with my wife. I've been living with her ever since, and we've added a couple of kids to the mix. I've never lived alone.

Occasionally I get short periods of "single guy" time, and that happened this week. The family is cottaging during this March break while I stay in Toronto to work. It's during these periods that I wonder what kind of a bachelor I'd make, and I don't think it would be pretty.

The mornings aren't bad, I wake up, clean myself up, get dressed and hit the road. After work, things are just too damn quiet. Yesterday I actually stayed late at work because there was no incentive to go home. Once home, I force myself to make something to eat, hack away at something on the laptop and watch sports. Then, at some point when my eyes start to get heavy, I hit the hay and do it all over again.

In an alternate universe the single version of me is a pretty pathetic sight. He likely eats cereal for dinner every night, spends far too much time online and I don't think he does laundry. How the hell is the single version of me ever going to get a girlfriend?

Tonight feels like a Raisin Bran night...