I'm actually experiencing a touch of what's to come right now. Ethan and A.J. left for art class just a minute ago (It's right down the street) and I've got some music cranked (Aretha Franklin's RESPECT, and no one wants anything from me at the moment.
That's what's happening this weekend; Nolan is going fly fishing, and my in-laws are taking my sons to see Mt. Rushmore. (I was not invited. My feelings were not hurt.) So, for the first time in ten years, I am going to be alone, unencumbered, with no one depending on me to do ANYTHING for four days.
You single girls may not get my intense delight and glee, but the Moms on the f-list know; ten years is a long time to go without a break. A misanthropic person by nature, before I got married I might go weeks between seeing people not immediately associated with work. So, yes. I'm happy. Happy, happy, happy.
That said, I can hear my mother screech about posting that I'll be alone. So if you're going to come all the way over here to stalk and kill me, do it quickly. ;)