We were originally planning on spending the long weekend at home, so I took on some big, interesting projects that have the promise of long term benefits in terms of work and client relationships. Mr. Bookworm suddenly realized, though, that he could visit his out-of-town family this weekend, and announced that he’d like to do so. Because of my projects, I can’t go. Even if I’m willing to shlep all the papers I need on the trip and camp out for hours in an internet cafe, I’ll still have too much time spent traveling where I can’t work, so meeting my deadlines will be a struggle. Mr. Bookworm gave in to my absence with good grace, but announced, quite seriously, that I’m going to be “awfully bored” spending all that time alone without him and the kids. I’ve come to my computer for a good laugh in private.
Over the next three days, I have to write two legal briefs, one legal research memorandum, and update a lengthy document index. I have to wash two loads of clothes, and fold them, along with the five loads already waiting to be folded. I have major errands to run to stock up my empty pantry and decayed linen closet. If I have the time and the energy, I may also use the “alone time” to tidy the house and clean out a couple of cupboards that have been irritating me.
What I will not have to do over the next three days, however, compensates somewhat for all that work: I will not have to prepare eight meals (along with the shopping and clean-up involved in those meals), I will not have to referee 385,395,304 fights, nor respond to 4,983,848,932 “I wants.” I will not have to clean up 43,573 messes. I will not have to supervise as 6 truly delightful neighborhood children stampede through my house. In other words, I’ll get a short break from the usual tasks of running a home.
Bored? I don’t think so.
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