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Hmmmm.
The Hubby has four days off this week.
This is not unusual. He (generally) has four days off every week.
We were thinking of going someplace for a couple of days. Maybe Portland, maybe Pueblo. Portland has a pretty zoo that we get into for free. The HubbyMom lives in Pueblo and would like to see her grandson on occasion.
And the Hubby offered to take Da Boy off my hands for those days to go to Pueblo.
I'm...rather ambivalent about this.
On the one hand, precious precious alone time. I get very little of this.
On the other hand, time spent in other places sometimes shakes something loose, writing-wise. Also, I like the HubbyMom rather a lot and enjoy spending time with her.
On the third hand (I'm an SF/F writer, so I can get away with this), my weight is going in the right direction, and going someplace else and eating out for four days will throw that right out the window. However, with Da Boy and the Hubby gone, who's to say I won't go to BK or the Bux and stuff myself silly? This is a two-edged sword.
Also, I'm feeling like a rotten human being because if we're going to Portland, I'd go in a hot second, but I don't particularly want to go to Pueblo at this point in time.
Blah.
This is not unusual. He (generally) has four days off every week.
We were thinking of going someplace for a couple of days. Maybe Portland, maybe Pueblo. Portland has a pretty zoo that we get into for free. The HubbyMom lives in Pueblo and would like to see her grandson on occasion.
And the Hubby offered to take Da Boy off my hands for those days to go to Pueblo.
I'm...rather ambivalent about this.
On the one hand, precious precious alone time. I get very little of this.
On the other hand, time spent in other places sometimes shakes something loose, writing-wise. Also, I like the HubbyMom rather a lot and enjoy spending time with her.
On the third hand (I'm an SF/F writer, so I can get away with this), my weight is going in the right direction, and going someplace else and eating out for four days will throw that right out the window. However, with Da Boy and the Hubby gone, who's to say I won't go to BK or the Bux and stuff myself silly? This is a two-edged sword.
Also, I'm feeling like a rotten human being because if we're going to Portland, I'd go in a hot second, but I don't particularly want to go to Pueblo at this point in time.
Blah.
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Part of my problem is that I've figured out that I rather hate the HubbyMom's house. She has a teeny tiny living room, with teeny tiny windows that the sun doesn't shine into, and the walls are paneled in dark wood. I feel trapped in there.
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