Aaahhh, the day after!
Me and the kiddies drove back from my parents yesterday, although needlessly, sans Husband. I was SUPPOSED to have attended a dental consultation for my rather neglected toothies ( I know, I know..I know better but, hey, not much I can do about the past), got half way here only to receive a phone call to say they were a dentist down and could I come in on Friday. Arsholes, coulda rung an hour earlier and I woulda stayed an extra few days!
Anyhoo, I'm always riddled with guilt the day after I get back from anywhere as I end up doing NOTHING. Only a small piece of my brain says "Well you do need to re-acclimatise to doing it all on your own again*"
I think I've actually done alright today. I've put on some washing, that never happens for at least 3 days after, I've put the clean dishes away that I did before we left, and I've made some start on tidying up the mess I abandoned as I walked out the door last week. Not bad at all I say.
We drove up to The Farm in 2 vehicles as one of them is Husbands project. He bought an old Patrol and needs to do a bit to get it road worthy, and rather likes using the facilities of his in-laws shed.
Is it bad I'm really liking not having him here?
It's rather nice not having to pick up after him and only being responsible for mine and the kids mess.
I'm loving not having to squeeze in to a single bed with the 2 children.
I like not having to watch what I say around him in case he starts a 'why am I not going to church and not wanting to be saved?' talk.
It's really nice just having my space.
It does make me wonder...
*Hubby does help, just not as much as I'd like. I'm just a martyr tosses hair
