A Week Alone

It's been pretty hard without the Boy this week. I've had five terrible nights' sleep. One night, I dreamt that I was in the back seat of a car and there was this crazy animal trying to get into the open window. It was pretty freaky. At the start of the week, I also had trouble with a lack of food in the house, so had to raid the freezer and put together a random dinner one night.

As time goes on, you adapt and you remember how you used to function before you became a couple. I've been a bit more organised and planned a few meals in one shop. I think when there are two of you, there's less to do, as you share chores. I don't normally mind leaving the meal planning to the evening. But everything takes so long when you're by yourself so I've been more organised.

One thing I've struggled with is the amount of cooking. I made enough congee for four tonight - even though the Boy hates congee.

Just four more sleeps before he's back. Roll on Friday...