Adventures of a Midwest Transplant

I’ve Got A Week To Myself

The husband goes to band camp every year. He goes as a teacher. I met him right before band camp and I ended up taking a clandestine trip up there. I’ve never spent the night in a guy’s dorm room until I was 25 years old, and this is after 4 years of college and 3 years of grad school.

But for the husband, I slept on the world worst mattress. I’m convinced those who don’t graduate from his school are victims of those mattresses. There’s no other explanation.

The first year, I felt like such a dip off at this band camp, but I felt a lot better about it after his roommate that year ended up as a groomsman at our wedding. Can’t be a true dip off if he put a ring on it, right?

Last year, we were engaged and I felt just slightly less like a dip off because I had a ring and he had a room to himself.

This year, I can’t even do it. I just can’t bring myself to sleep on that craptastic mattress again. I don’t even want the husband to do it. I’m going to suggest he take our air mattress and just lean those terrible beds up against the dorm wall for the week.

While I won’t be staying overnight at band camp and trying to blend in with the students and hope no one asks too many questions the next morning, I will be driving the husband there today and picking him up Friday.

Friday is the kickoff of our first family vacation. It was supposed to be his parents, my parents, and a niece and cousin of our who are both pre-teens. But his parents had a scheduling conflict. But it will still be our first official family vacation. We’re going to Wisconsin Dells. Too bad we already scratched Wisconsin off our state list.

But what to do while the husband is away at band camp? I’ve got a couple days off from work this week. It’s been a while since I’ve had to fill days of my own time without him around. I know we go days without seeing each other because of our work schedule, but not a whole week.

I can’t think of anything because there’s nothing I don’t do just because he’s there. Maybe I’ll take a crack at the PlayStation3. I miss the Sims since I don’t play it on the laptop anymore.

That’s pitiful, isn’t it? I can’t think of anything better to do while I’ve got a week alone than playing video games. But it’s what I’ve got, and I’m gonna roll with it.

Any suggestions on better my-husband-is-out-of-town activities?

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7 responses

  1. Wow about time you had some alone time lol.

    I’m a guy who loves privacy,alone time and live alone.How does it feel to not have that?

    July 15, 2012 at 12:00

    • I have plenty of alone time. I work nights. But it’s different when he’s gone for a whole week.
      I always said the next time I’d have a roommate, I’d be married, and it happened to work out that way. I miss only a few things: rolls of toilet paper lasted so much longer when I lived alone. Orange juice never disappeared without being replaced. And the TV was always available when I wanted it. But other than that, there’s really no difference. And those things were my life with a roommate, and while living with my parents, it’s not husband-specific.

      July 17, 2012 at 23:25

  2. silverneurotic

    Personally I’d go visit my parents. I don’t think I could handle a week by myself up here in the boondocks. I’d go nuts.

    July 15, 2012 at 13:14

    • I hear you. I suppose it’s different for me living in a big city.

      July 17, 2012 at 23:25

    • Socialkenny PUA

      Boondocks!!!?Where did you learn that term?

      I thought it was just a word we use in NYC.Pretty rare to hear others say it.

      July 18, 2012 at 08:12

      • silverneurotic

        I have no idea where I learned that term. I thought it was a normal expression. *shrugs*

        July 18, 2012 at 14:50

        • Leave it to a New Yorker to think they created some more stuff they didn’t. I’ve heard the term boondocks in Chicago, Atlanta, Tallahassee, and L.A. And since the show came out, I’m certain it’s even more ubiquitous.

          July 19, 2012 at 21:27