I emailed The Boy mid-day on Friday. I simply said:
I would like to run away with you. Preferably to our couch, in our living room, in our house, with our kitties.
His response? Indeed.
It’s been days since I’ve been home in an evening, with nothing to do. The full DVR and desperate-for-laps furbabies attest to this.
So it should come as no surprise that after work, running away to our couch, in our living room, in our house, with our kitties is exactly what we did.
- I’d had chili simmering in the crockpot all day – so no cooking needed.
- I didn’t bring work home with me – so no multi-tasking.
- I didn’t have a meeting to go to – so I put on my jammies at 5:30 p.m.
- I’d completed our laundry and ironing before meetings Thursday evening – so no chores were waiting.
It was weird. And nice.