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When My Wife Goes Out Of Town: A Man’s Funny Story Of Having The House To Himself

When My Wife Goes Out Of Town…

B’s mother and sister live about an hour and a half west of us. It’s just far enough so we really don’t like to go for the day, although we’ve done that a few times. We usually go overnight, or sometimes for two or three nights. Sometimes we stay with her sister; sometimes we pony up for the bed & breakfast located halfway between her sister’s house and the assisted-living facility where her mother lives.

Sometimes B and I go together. But this time she’s visiting by herself, and I am home alone.

I love B dearly. But, you know, in any relationship there are lots of little compromises. So I like being home by myself. I get to do what I want, instead of what we want.

Neat vs. Organized When My Wife Goes Out Of Town

Since B likes to have all her stuff around her, and I’m the neat one in the family, the first thing I do is go around the house and tidy up. I put all the dishes are in the dishwasher and clean off the kitchen counter. I take her clothes off the bed or the living room chair, fold them up and put them on her dresser. I gather the Sunday paper and the old magazines and catalogs and toss them in the recycling bin. Now I can finally see the top of the coffee table.

But there is at least one lapse in my tidying up. It’s my job to make the bed, partly because B usually gets up before I do (except on golf days). Besides, making the bed is a habit of mine leftover from summers at Boy Scout camp. I never made much of a Boy Scout, but one thing I did learn was how to make a bed. (Yes, the camp counselors did bounce a quarter on the bedspread to make sure it was tight.)

So pretty much every morning of my life, I make the bed — except when B is away. Then, who cares? Nobody else is around. You see … it’s a little bit of a vacation.

How About Dinner And Drinks When My Wife Goes Out Of Town?

When I’m on my own, and only answering to myself, I can do whatever I want. I could drink beer or stay up late if I wanted, although I don’t do either of those things. But I still have the opportunity to indulge my bad habits. And the only reason I give myself license to do that is because I know when B gets back, I’ll have to stop.

So, normally, B cooks dinner for us almost every night. She’s a good cook and always includes a vegetable or two. This is good for me. I know it, and appreciate it. But when B is away, I sometimes go to Panera’s, with free refills of Pepsi — and dessert only costs an extra dollar. Or I get a couple of slices of pizza, with… well, what do you know, free refills of Coke.

The other night I went to our local grocery store that puts out a spread every day, like a cafeteria. I had peppers and sausage, mashed potatoes, and some macaroni and cheese. Then a berry tart for dessert. While I was there I bought some Halloween candy. And when I got home, I tried it out. Just one piece. Well… two pieces, but they were very small.

Wife Goes Out Of Town

Television And Netflix When My Wife Goes Out Of Town

I should also admit that I spend more time watching TV when B is away. It’s easy to plop down in front of the TV when I’m eating breakfast. Or it’s 4:30 p.m. and I’m home and it’s not time for dinner yet, so I flip on the set and see what’s going on. Maybe I catch an old Seinfeld rerun or just mindlessly watch the weather or one of the cable news shows.

At night I’ll watch something on Netflix. I’m currently in the middle of “Moneyheist“, a Spanish crime drama recommended to me by a friend. It’s okay, but the dubbing is terrible and the plot is slow-moving at times.

Still Doing What Needs To Be Done When My Wife Goes Out Of Town

Of course, I do my regular activities while B is away. This week I tutored English on Monday at the library, and on Tuesday I went to the dentist. On Wednesday I ran errands. After B gets back from visiting her family, we’re leaving for Charleston, SC, so I’m paying bills, returning books to the library, going to the bank, stopping off at the post office. I even went to the YMCA to do my exercises.

So I’m not totally playing hooky from life. I’m doing what I’m supposed to do, for the most part. But I will admit, on the way home from the Y, I stopped at our local ice-cream emporium. The butterscotch sundae is one of my many weaknesses.

B is due back later today. It’s a good thing. I’m okay by myself for a couple of days. But after that, my stomach begins to act up, the kitchen counter looks barren and empty, and the coffee table seems bare and abandoned. Besides, I get tired of my own company. It gets pretty lonely around here.

Speaking of which… I better go make that bed.

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Tom Lashnits
Tom Lashnits
Tom Lashnits spent 40 years in New York book and magazine publishing before retiring to Bucks County, PA, in 2017. He now volunteers in the school system, produces the baby boomer blog Sightings Over Sixty . . . and is just starting to chase after grandchildren.
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