I wanted a weekend in my house to myself to write, do yoga, prepare food only for myself. But hubby just never made those plans to take Junior on his first overnight away from mom.
So then I decided I could pack up and spend 9 a.m. Saturday to 4 p.m. Sunday at coffeshops and in a hotel room on the other side of town for a mini mom getaway.
But then the laptop got jiggy and our other car needed to go to the shop. So I got 4 hours on Saturday until the laptop froze and then lost two of those hours when we failed to properly back everything up before reformatting the machine. And we can’t find the USB cable to the desktop so I can’t get to the stuff we backed up before we reformatted that machine a few months back.
So the project of going through files is partly moot forever (disappeared on laptop) and partly moot for now (until we find the USB cable, maybe when we pack up to move in two weeks). Perhaps this is the universe helping me declutter. Thanks.
So, instead of spending the day gloriously alone to dive into half-finished projects (that are now out of reach or only on paper somewhere), I ate chocolate (after a week of juicing and food purity), took my son on a jog and then went with the whole fam to Home Depot to pick up paint chips. Oh, and to Whole Foods for father’s day dinner and grocery shopping.
When the husband touched my leg and said, “I want you to feel good.” I smiled and cracked, “Then get out of town with our boy.”
One can hope.