Almost perfect Saturday

Last night was my last evening of freedom before beginning nights. So, I had big plans to go out, drink large quantities of wine, and sleep in late. None of that really happened. Instead, we went to Panini's, ate large quanitities of food, drank a few beers, and I was passed out on the couch by 10:30.

Ok, all you young girls that are shaking your head at me for being asleep by 10:30 on a Friday night, I have a good excuse! A. I'm old. B. My work hours suck - I was up at 4:10am Friday morning. And, lastly, C. Sleep is sssoooo underrated.

As a young'un, I loved staying out every other night until the wee hours of the morning, shakin' my money maker with the girls. As an elderly working woman, I need my sleep. I cherish it more and more as time goes by.

But, anyway, back to today. We got up around 9, watched a few episodes of Entourage, then went to Best Buy. Enjoyed an awesome hot chocolate and avocado sandwich at First Watch and then spent the afternoon lounging on the couch, watching Slumdog Millionaire. It was almost the perfect Saturday. And, then, I came to work.

Perfect Saturday ruined. Sadness.

Pondering....

How long can you spend with someone before their little habits and such really start to grate on your nerves? A week? A month? Years? What does it mean when those little things really start to grate on your nerves?

The BF and I have spent the last 7-8 days together almost non-stop. And, yes, I was getting a little frustrated with some of the things he does. For instance, leaving the shower head on when he gets out of the shower, so that when I go to take a shower, I will get blasted in the face by cold water. Thanks, B.

However, this is not a situation that is unique to him. I can't really be with ANYONE 24/7. There have been several other vacations with the girls where I have had to go off on my own to maintain my sanity. This is likely why I don't do well with roommates, as well.

I need alone time. I cherish it.

And, yet, tonight as the BF left, I felt somewhat abandoned and lonely. But, at the same time, I am looking so forward to curling up in my bed, cuddling under my blankets, and enjoying the sweet, sweet slumber that I can only get when I'm alone.

Maybe I'm bipolar.

Sweet dreams.