When I was single, he always came to court
He used to bring me flowers and he always was a sport
Now I am married and well, what do you think
He bought me an apron and he showed me to the sink?

Oh Lord, I wish I was a single girl again
Lord, I wish I was a single girl again
[da guys] Lord, we wish she was a single girl again
[da guys] Lord, we wish she was a single girl again

When I was single, I was jealous as a shrew
Of women and their babies, ’cause I wished I had one too
Now I have a baby. She’s as sweet as any rose
But aint it aggrivatin’ when you have to wipe her nose

Oh Lord, I wish I was a single girl again
Lord, I wish I was a single girl again
[da guys] Lord, we wish she was a single girl again
[da guys] Lord, we wish she was a single girl again

Ha! HA! Ha!

I have listened to that song many a time and there have been some days when those words sang so true… single= freedom! single= carefree! single= no worries! single= just me!

Well, this week my wish has come true. Since 3:30 Saturday afternoon I have been a single gal, doing as I wish when I wish. Well, within reason. I am still married and we still have a joint checking account so I’m not going to go too crazy. In fact, the whole reason that I am single this week is so I can accomplish a pretty major task- making over the living room.

Within an hour of my family’s departure I was on the floor with a heat gun, scraper, and face mask removing layers of paint from the baseboards. I worked until 10 pm with the TV talking to me, keeping me company. I worked for many hours yesterday taking a break to go to church and take a quick trip to Lowe’s. And I still have plenty to do today. I have furniture to move and more baseboards to scrape behind that furniture. If I can finish tonight then I may be able to sand everything tomorrow afternoon. We shall see.

But, in honor of being single I need to confess some things that I have not done- I have not washed a single dish. I have not picked up any dirty laundry. I have not gone to bed at a decent hour. That is the freedom that I have since I don’t have to worry about other people’s schedules and space.

And one more thing I haven’t done- I have not stopped missing Damon & Fuller (and the dogs). I wouldn’t want to go back to this single lifestyle permanently. I need someone to snuggle with while we watch The Simpsons. I need someone to run up an hug my leg while begging for more juice. I need my little family.

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