Risky Business

The other night something happened in my house that hasn't happened in a long time.  And by long, I mean I cannot remember the last time it happened.  I'm sure it has happened, but I just can't remember when.  What is this thing I'm making such a big deal of?  By 6:00 pm on Friday evening, I was at home.  Alone.  By myself.  Nothing but the tick tock of the clock.  And it was so much fun!

At first I was slightly skeptical over being home alone for two whole hours.  I had friends and family arriving around 8:00.  As I'm sure most stay at home moms feel when this rare opportunity arises, I wasn't sure what to do, so I did laundry.  Then I flat ironed my hair.  Then I sat on the couch in silence.  Then I decided to change my clothes, and that is when it hit me.  I'm seriously home alone!  I can do whatever I want.  No one will see me, no one will hear me, and it will forever be my deep dark secret what went on in this house on Friday, May 4, 2012.  But it was just too much fun to keep a secret, so I will post a blog instead!

First, I put socks on my feet and slid back and forth down the hallway Risky Business style!  Tom Cruise would have been envious of my sliding skills.  The first few times I slid I felt silly, but had a childish rush come over me.  Faster and faster I slid back and forth in my hallway!  Slamming into the door, catching myself before I crashed into the kitchen, faster and faster I went!  For 30 minutes I played Risky Business and I couldn't stop laughing at how fun it was and what a rush it was and why hadn't I tried this earlier?

When I was done with Risky Business, I did cartwheels in the back yard.  I'm sure they weren't the most beautiful cartwheels, and Saturday morning my leg muscles felt the strain of my gymnastics free for all, but it was worth it.  I attempted a back bend, but needless to say, that didn't work so well.  Who knew the blood could rush so quickly to the head region.  I don't remember that from gymnastics 20 years ago...

When I was done doing cartwheels, I went inside and grabbed a drink and realized my friends would be over soon, so I sat back on the couch and stared out the window.  I watched birds, bunnies, cars, trucks, walkers, runners, clouds, and I felt like a kid again.  I hadn't thought about anything "adult" for the majority of the home alone time.  It was wonderful.  Imagine how giddy I felt inside, after all of this childish behavior, to have my guests suggest that we play Hungry Hungry Hippos!?!

For an hour, we held the most intense HHH competition known to grown ups (*it is possible, I suppose, that it could have been the only HHH competition held by grown ups, ever, which, by default, would make it the most intense).  Marbles were flying, curses were shouted, triple marble-offs occurred to break ties.  Shortly after 11:30 our game night came to an end, and I went to bed one happy lady!

Some might say I lost my marbles on Friday, but I say it's so important for us in adulthood to remember what fun being a child was, and enjoy that fun every now and then.  Maybe next time, I will even include my children when I behave like a child.  Have you ever had a moment of childhood bliss as an adult?