I have enjoyed being alone in the past. I remember what it was like to have an uninterrupted read, going to a movie and not having to worry about whether it was appropriate for the kids/wife was enjoying it, going to eat somewhere that I enjoy rather than giving into the masses. Even just having quiet time to work without worrying about the family's needs, whether I was pushing them away with my constant work, or enduring their seemingly perpetual interruptions. I always clean up after myself, close cupboard doors, turn off lights, adjust crooked carpet and fix safety hazards...it would be kind of nice to not have to do it for the fifteen, seventeen, and fifty something kids!