Eeny, meeny
On Monday of last week I realized that the upcoming weekend would span an extra day. Yay for three day weekends!
I spent the rest of the week contemplating spending the now highly anticipated long weekend in NYC...by myself. It sounded like both a good and a bad idea. Good because I really need the alone time and for the first weekend in months, I had no plans already set. On the flip side, it was a bad idea because, well someone like me should not be traveling anywhere alone these days never mind NYC. Hell, I probably shouldn’t be left home alone for long either.
I tossed the idea around like a bad salad. One minute I was going and searching for hotels and then boom, I changed my mind and was staying home. My pathetic indecisiveness made for a long week.
In the end, I stayed home. Our anniversary is this coming Tuesday and not being able to go to NYC with me due to work and not wanting me to go alone, the husband convinced me that we should celebrate tonight. He apparently has a gift so I wasn’t going to argue!
To be honest, through all of my indecisiveness I knew in the back of my head that I wasn’t going to NYC. By myself anyways. For some reason though, I couldn’t admit it. I continued to let myself think that I might actually go. I guess I really wanted to go. I probably needed to go.
There will be other long weekends… but will my sanity last that long?
