This morning I set up a "playdate" (God, I HATE using that awful phrase) for Jennifer to scrapbook and have lunch with a friend in the neighborhood. As I was talking to her mom she said to me, "now, go somewhere by yourself!!"
For starters, I still have the boys at home and leaving them together is like, well, adding a sprinkling of gasoline on a fire. They're brothers who have a serious love-hate relationship and it seems when I am not around the hate is more than the love.
But, more importantly, I don't really wanna go anywhere. I actually prefer to be home. I know I have said this before in past posts, but I am a homebody by nature and someone who truly enjoys being at home. I don't NEED to go anywhere and fill some shopaholic void in my life that good ole "retail therapy" will never cure, and I most certainly don't need anything. I go out only when absolutely necessary and I almost always group my "errands" (another awful word I hate using) together and get them all done at once.
My friend looked kinda surprised when I told her I planned to go back home, finish my coffee, make another batch of zucchini bread, and work in my office a little bit.
"What?! No bookstore? No window shopping?"
"Nope."
I just like being home.
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