Why is it that every time I leave town, I stay up WAY late the night before? My husband doesn’t do this. In fact, he usually goes to bed early on the eve of a business trip.
But here I am, up past midnight, with the dishwasher running, laundry washing and drying, my mobile phone charging, taking out the trash, making 1,001 mental notes for the morning … and blogging, of course. I’m doing all these things because I want to make sure everything’s taken care of while I’m away for three days. I even bathed my kids “extra good” (if that’s possible) tonight, because I am doubtful Hubs will actually bathe them while I’m gone.
It’s ridiculous. I should just leave it to him to ensure everyone is fed, changed and happy while I’m away. He’s perfectly capable. Plus, I already know how the dirty dishes and laundry will be piled up when I get home, no matter how clean and organized I leave things. So why bother?
Argh. I must feel a teensy bit of guilt (despite the title of this blog) for going off and having a ball while the rest of my family “toils away” at the same old routine. I want to somehow make it up to them. Can’t I just buy them all t-shirts? “My mom went to BlissDom and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.” Yeah, that’s the ticket.