Home alone.....and guilty as hell!

I'm a pretty driven individual. I need to be on top of things, know what I'm doing, be in charge. All that goes out of the window the moment that Hub goes away for a few days when the only one to boss around is myself!

He's away with work at the moment - somewhere in Kent I think.... I clearly wasn't paying attention in class :) I have to confess that I don't miss him. Not for the few days that he's away, I actually like the house like this, all quiet. It feels different, less claustrophobic, less chaotic. Which I think is relative as our home is pretty silent really most of the time.

Anyways, I digress. The achieving thing. When I realised that he wasn't coming home tonight (this morning - I really wasn't paying attention!!) I quickly made a list of the things in the house that were bugging me. A little pile of stuff here, a pile of clean washing there - and vowed either to tidy up or do my application form (my job is being advertised, it's good form to show willing!!) and so far i have faffed. A lot on facebook, some grazing through the ap, clearing out the potato cupboard (I think i have found the source of the annoying flies that keep bothering me!) tidied Dave's bathroom (well folded up the towels) and generally achieved nothing - except guilt.

I conclude that I am amazing at wasting time whilst feeling guilty about it. I always feel that I should be doing something else - more, more more. hmmm shoulda, woulda, coulda. Maybe one day I'll feel OK about giving myself the evening off........ doubt it somehow. And to be honest I don't think I actually think I know what that means.