That's what my youngest nephew said to me a few days after Christmas. The house had been full of activity and "J" had kept up with his two older brothers in all of the festivities and rough and tumbles. I had managed to keep up with each of them (mostly).
"J" gave up his big boy bed so that Aunt Lisa could stay over during the week. Each morning I had awakened before the boys, except for the last day.
"It's morning time!!" said J as I lingered in bed without an alarm going off. He was my alarm clock that morning, however I played 'dead' to get a few more winks.
When I finally did get up (at around the late hour of 9am, lol) and went to take a shower, J took back his bedroom to play. I came back after the shower to gather a few things to take downstairs.
"I want to play by my lonely," says J.
Wow, a little boy of my own heart. Of course he has two older brothers and probably cherishes the few moments he might get to play "by his lonely" without interference or competition.
I love my alone time. I need my alone time. If I don't get some every week, I'm a cranky mess. (In other words, watch out!!)
Solitude is a beautiful thing when you know that you will never truly be lonely. Having the security to allow yourself to enjoy loneliness, when it really is just the opposite, has got to be one of life's little blessings.
So I hope that you are able to enjoy playing "by your lonely" too.