Last week turned out really nice for me. H was out of town for 7 days, I was on my own and it felt fanfreakingtastic. I was feeling very good being by myself. However, in the middle of the week, I realized this was not nearly the same as actual separation and I don't think I'd feel the same way. Make sense?
But yes, last week it was so nice walking into the house and not walking onto any eggshells or into any elephants that are forever in our rooms!
