He’s gone and guess what? I’m not down. In fact, I’m way way up. Sure, my husband just deserted I mean left us for another stint at Spy Camp, sure my baby starts kindergarten tomorrow and is leaving me and my impressive influence forever. And if I am not mistaken, I should be throwing myself a major pity party today, or at least having a good cry.

I’m not. I’m fine. In fact, I am GREAT.

So here is my top ten reasons why I’m glad Jason is gone.

1. Kitchen closed. If it doesn’t come frozen, we don’t eat it.
2. Make-up and hair are optional (actually, that one hasn’t changed).
3. No more Cafe Rio guilt. I can eat an entire burrito in one sitting without any raised eyebrows.
4. Let the toys be heard. Why pick them up? He’s not coming home to trip over them.
5. I don’t have to worry about getting/not getting pregnant. I think.
6. I don’t have to confiscate the McDonalds/Wendy’s/Burger King/Taco Bell wrappers before he gets in the car in order to keep our fast food addiction under wraps.
7. BYU football? WHO CARES.
8. Making the bed? WHO CARES.
9. Going to sleep before 3 am? Not necessary.
10. And I no longer have to smuggle clothes/housewares/non-essential items into the house where I quickly confiscate all tags and receipts before he gets home and asks why my grocery budget is already gone.

In short, I can do whatever I want. Okay, I’ve always done whatever I wanted, but now I don’t have to worry that someone is sighing and rolling his eyes because I am doing whatever I want.

And so my friends, I declare tonight official pizza night. If you don’t have plans, don’t worry. Little Caesar’s is a good friend of mine. They’ll hook you up.