tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343407424714061334.post3434163745413626410..comments2023-10-15T02:17:42.920-05:00Comments on The Name Was Over The Door: Alone...Jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04474928571871603804noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343407424714061334.post-14458152851994286802007-09-03T08:25:00.000-05:002007-09-03T08:25:00.000-05:00I get how you feel. Before I had my daughter, I h...I get how you feel. Before I had my daughter, I hated being home alone. But, I started taking his time with his friends on their Harleys as "me" time (like Chrisb said above). I'd do what I want, eat what I want, watch what I want. It was nice. Now? When he goes someplace for a few hour or over night and takes Morgan with him? I LOVE it. <BR/><BR/>Hang in there...you'll be alright :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8343407424714061334.post-40952346343612103522007-09-03T08:11:00.000-05:002007-09-03T08:11:00.000-05:00When my hubby took his sister off to France for a ...When my hubby took his sister off to France for a few days I decided that it was 'me time' I got in my favourite treats and I could eat when I felt hungry. I watched a couple of good movies and I was reading until 1am. and getting up late. But I can understand how you feel and if I were young I don't think I would have appreciated being left alone over a holiday weekend.ChrisBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06958330170295676200noreply@blogger.com