My boyfriend took his son up to his mother’s for the weekend and all I can say is…

I kid, I kid. I’m not trying to be mean and I love my boyfriend but it’s awfully refreshing to have the whole place to myself for the weekend. As any woman will tell you, men are like overgrown children that require all of your attention and dedication. It’s tiring. Half the time, I end the weekend as frazzled as when it began. I don’t have kids but I imagine it’s something similar but thankfully minus the diaper stuff.

But now that I am alone for the weekend, I don’t even know what to do with myself. I’m so used to catering to him that without him here, I’m lost. He has full reign over the remote control so I couldn’t even tell you what to watch on TV. It’s been years since I’ve been able to make myself something that I want to eat without have to factor in his finicky eating habits.

What I have done so far is go out to dinner with my dad and baby sister and after, stopped by my other sister’s new apartment. What a nice apartment! And it’s in the cutest Italian neighborhood. Rod iron fences and Lady Madonna statues galore! I almost wish I lived there.

My plans for tonight include… wait for it… watching two months worth of How I Met Your Mother, two months worth of The Office, and the American Idol finale. Thank God for DVR. And Thank God for having weekends to yourself. I’ll drink to that.