The excitement of being home alone is as thrilling as when the first time your parents left you home alone. For a couple days this week I will have the whole house to myself. Meaning I can blare my 90s pop and not have to turn it down. I can make as much noise in the morning while I get ready. The only difference from when you were a child is the fact that I have a long list of things I want to clean and organize. There is something about being alone that makes that so much more productive. No one coming inside and disrupting you or “getting in the way”. By that I mean having to wait to vacuum cause something important is on tv. And while I have such a long list the reality of it all getting done is what I am most curious about. Even as much as I am motivated to do so the thought of indulging in a big bowl of ice cream and a glass of wine night over power this motivation. We shall see.