|All dressed up with no place to go|
Kent went back to work today. It was bittersweet. I loved pawning off the solid-feeding duties on him during his staycation, but I was definitely itching for a chance to really get my house clean and start moving at my own frenetic pace again. Every morning Fluffy would ask me her usual question, “Where are we going today, Mom?” She and I were both disappointed when I would answer, “I don’t know, Fluffy. Maybe we’re just staying home.”
Staying in and unwinding is Kent’s thing, not mine. I like to be wound and out! I can handle tooling around the unscrubbed house in my pajamas watching movies and grazing on trailmix and peppermint bark for about 2 days, then I need to get out, out, out or I go straight from relaxed to depressed. I like activities. If I go to Hawaii, I want to fly ultralights and scuba dive and hike, not lie on the beach getting skin cancer. I have said before that the most relaxing thing for me is busting through a to-do list, check, check, check.
Today when Fluffy came in to our room at 7:15 and asked, “Where are we going today, Mom,” I said, “Let’s go to the Vietnamese noodle house (a.k.a. Pho Thang Long) for lunch and then go to the mall or Target to spend your Christmas money from Grandma and Grandpa.” Yay!