Welcome Home, Tim!

Tim arrived home this afternoon after spending 3 days climbing Pikes Peak with John. Those boys are crazy! Although it’s not something Tim ever wants to do again, they did have fun and I’m sure had some quality boy bonding time. If such a thing even exists for boys. They probably just ate their canned vienna sausages and scratched themselves and peed out fires the whole time.

These 3 days have been interesting for me. I am not accustomed to spending nights alone in my house, but am happy to report that I successfully survived 2 nights without getting too scared and running to my in-laws’ house (something that I would have had no chance of doing last year after our house was broken into). Yet another ounce of evidence that I am beginning to feel more safe and comfortable in my own home – always a good thing, no?

What did I do without Tim? I didn’t watch a single bit of TV because it was always taping something that I knew Tim would want to see so I didn’t want to watch it without him. Instead I ate mac and cheese and took advantage of the quiet alone time to read 2 books. All I did both nights was read, and it was heavenly. I even stayed up way past my bedtime to finish the books (and also maybe because my chances of getting to sleep with only the dog to cuddle with were greatly improved if it was 1AM and I was exhausted). I also got to talk to Amy for a long time Monday night, which was great. We haven’t had a chance to catch up like that in a while, and it was really nice.

I also had to deal with sitting idly by at my desk while I watched the mountain become engulfed in clouds every afternoon, as it always does. Except this time it bothered me because my husband was up there and he might have been above treeline (which he was for a good part of yesterday) and being struck by lightning, and there was nothing I could do about it. Although he got cell reception up there, he kept his phone off the majority of the time to save battery power, so I couldn’t call to make sure he was still alive and hadn’t been eaten by mountain lions and bears. (What can I say? I worry about these things when there’s nothing I can do to control them.)

All scary factors considered (lightning, bears, mountain lions, serial killers breaking into my house), I think I did pretty well these last few days. I managed to keep a level head and not worry (too much) about hugely unlikely and unrealistic things. I have a way of working myself up over stuff like that when faced with a situation I can’t control and when I don’t have anyone to talk sense into me. So, although I am slightly crazy anyway, I managed to impress myself with the level of sanity I maintained all by my lonesome.

And tonight when I go home, it will not be to an empty house, and when I go to bed at a more reasonable hour, I will be able to snuggle with Tim, not just the dog. And Tim will smell good, because he got home at 2:30 and therefore will have had 3 hours to wash off The Smell that inevitably comes with spending 3 days in the wilderness, a stench so repugnant that instead of being excited to see Tim, Ben cowered in fear of The Smell.

I can’t wait.

August 23, 2006 | Filed Under Tim 

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