There are a lot of things that I could tell you about last weekend, when BJ took the kids to his parents' house for Halloween. But it can all be summed up in one word: quiet. I can't even tell you how nice it was to be on my own for 48 hours. It didn't hit me until Sunday morning, almost 24 hours into my solitude, which started after I dropped my sister and neice off at the airport on Saturday morning. I did a lot of window shopping near Hartford, and (since I was still hacking and coughing from a cold) a lot of reading and watching movies. But on Sunday I went to church (arriving a full 45 minutes late but not really caring) and then decided to run by Borders to do some Christmas shopping. Before I left for church I started to look up what time the store opened so that I could time my morning just right--it's a habit I do because I don't want to run an errand just to have the store be closed. But it hit me--it doesn't matter what time the store opens! I can sit in my car and wait. I can go to Panera Bread and have some coffee while I wait. I can go at 1:30 in the afternoon--normally a dreaded time to be running errands because certain young ones should be sleeping at that time. Oh, the joys of having a day to travel and shop and read and run (which I did that afternoon, at 1:30, actually) on no one's schedule but my own.
The jury is still out on whether or not it was worth it for BJ.... He spent almost 10 hours driving down to Baltimore on Friday night. A drive that should have taken 6 to 7 hours, with many stops. The kids had a fabulous time with Oma and Opa, I hear. It think that's always worth the trip!
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