The Big Weekend

This is a big weekend for me.  I have three days without the Husband.  Husband will be out of state on his boys trip for the entire weekend.

The. Entire. Weekend.

So, now, I need to cram into one weekend all of the things I can’t do when the Husband is home.  Good luck with that.

Of course, this is stressing me out.  There are so many things I could be doing that I am overwhelmed by the choices:

  • I can do my holiday baking without Husband wanting to do dishes or empty the trash or use the oven for some meal or whatever.
  • I can work in my craft room and blast my tunes from the cute little iHome clock I got last year that I have never once been able to use because the TV is always on.  Always on sports.  Always.
  • I can read.
  • I can not go to breakfast on Saturday.
  • I can go to the grocery store on Friday.  Or Sunday.  Any time I need to.
  • I can get in the car on Saturday morning and drive.  Wherever I want.  I can take back roads and get home after dark and no one will be the wiser.

Here’s what I can’t do:

  • Laundry.

So you see my dilemma. So much opportunity, so little time.

I’ve already made plans with the Boy tonight.  We’re going to make one of his favorite meals and watch the latest Mad Max movie.  On the big TV. Without someone commenting on how stupid it is.

And Sunday evening, I have plans for dinner to celebrate a friend’s birthday.  That’s right.  On Sunday EVENING.  It’s a school night and I’m going to stay out past 8pm. Whoo.

So that leaves me roughly a day and a half to do the fun solo stuff.   That’s not a lot of time.  And I’m also struggling with guilt feelings over my Dad’s birthday this weekend.  I want to push it off because we’ll be getting together next weekend anyway.  And I know I shouldn’t.  I’m lucky enough to have a Dad.  Most of my friends do not.  I should celebrate him.

And the weather is beautiful and the gas prices are low and…argh!

What to do?  What to do?