I take a different approach to my alone time. I am explicitly clear that this is my evening to DO NOTHING. I totally indulge myself in all the things I enjoyed about being single. This includes:
...watching TV in bed while eating Potbelly's. Catching up on Bethenny and Pregnant in Heels. Eating Mac & Cheese out of the pot with a giant wooden spoon. Falling asleep at a ridiculous time like 8:30pm. Ignoring all dirty dishes and laundry. Writing a blog post. Aimlessly wandering the internet. Moseying home while I stop at random stores along my commute. Get a manicure. But mainly, curl up in bed early and watch tv.
Basically, I love Wednesdays. I relish in being completely carefree and lazy. But here's the thing: Mr. Fix-It doesn't get it AT ALL. Last week I was already asleep when he came home and he gave me the silent treatment Thursday morning before he left for work. He was annoyed that I don't do anything on Wednesday. Plus, he's just wired differently. Lounging around doesn't necessarily feel good to him. Mr. Fix-It feels best when he has accomplished something. It doesn't matter what the task is, he just wants something to show for his evening. And, admittedly, I blatantly ignored things around the condo that probably should have been done (dishes in the sink, overflowing laundry basket, finally preparing that chicken dish I'd been talking about making).
As much as I like the sense of accomplishment that comes from being productive, Wednesdays just fall in a different category. Plus, I'm being realistic: at some point we'll have kids and these kinds of opportunities will disappear. And Mr. Fix-Its Wednesday night class will be over sometime in June. My hopelessly lazy evenings are numbered.
What about you? Do you indulge yourself in your alone time?