Originally Posted by Bluphrog
About once a quarter, my husband goes to a guitar convention somewhere (Dallas, Arlington, Austin) and is usually gone from Thursday evening until Sunday evening. Since we're empty-nesters, I get to run away to my favorite place -- home. After work on Thursday and Friday, I stop and get my favorite take-away Chinese and/or Mexican food And on Saturday and Sunday, it's Italian and Japanese! No kids, no phones, no questions, no cooking. Just me and my sewing machines. It's like a mini-vacation!
That sounds sooooo wonderful. We, too, are empty nesters, but the flock lives closeby. The phone rings and my "plans" for ME are changed. I'm agreeable to it and I love it, but still, there is little me time. So running away, even if it was just for a few hours and a meal alone, was wonderful. I love my gang and I would do anything for them, but sometimes my body and my mind just rebel. So I'm fine now. :lol:
This thread has been so much fun for me. I felt kinda like a dunce sounding off like that, but had no idea I would be joined with the same sentiments. Thanks.