Reckless Abandonment... for 47 hours anyways.

I escaped.

I had to come back, but I escaped for a little over 47 hours.

Thanks to my lovely sister-in-law and her bachelorette's pad, I got a much needed break from my daily domestic routine. I left after supper on Friday night, enjoying a three hour kareoke session, and arrived at 9ish. We chatted and then I got to go to bed with no anticipation of being woke in the middle of the night with whining about lost woolies or bedwetting incidents. Ahhhhh. Blissful, uninterrupted rest with no end in sight... until my husband and children had an urge to call at 7:30am for no reason in particular.

We spent the rest day scrapping, watching DVD's and eating junk food until the wee hours of the morning. Really! My sister-in-law, A, has been taken recently with the television series 24, urged me to watch the first couple of episodes of season 1 with a guarantee that I would be hooked - "Beware the hooks..Aaarrrrr" Mr. Crabbs aka Spongebob. Well, with my addictive personality I should have known better! We watched one, then two.... and so on (she has season one and two on DVD) until ahhhh about 2:30 in the morning. I can't remember staying up that late for other then sickly children related reasons, in a long time. Our rationalization for this wanton disregard for our sleep patterns was that we didn't HAVE to get up until whenever the next day! Ahhh, the long forgotten thrill of spontaniety and recklessness! AHHHHHHHHH! We turned the ringers off when we finally retired to foil my husband's evil plans! .... and then proceeded to sleep until noon!

I felt sooooo bad! It felt soooooo good.

I am now totally pre-occupied by 24. I have the first season with me and am going to watch the rest with my husband, who is now, I can safely say "hooked" as well. I'll probably have to drive back for season two before the end of the week! I forgot my glasses, which without I cannot see, at A's house... but I remebered the box set of 24. Priorities, eh?

A lives in the country and Boy, do I miss it. The minute I got out of the car at her house the frog's were singing loudy in the rain. *pout* There are no frogs where we live. I was brushing my teeth and listening to what I thought was the sound of rushing traffic on the rain soaked roads.... but it was the sound of the wind rushing through the pines behind her house. I hate that the city is taking over my senses. I found myself looking out the window a lot. It was nice not to look out into someone's kitchen window or backyard. I miss trees. I am soooo not a city girl. I always used to think I was quite versatile in my living preferences but .... NO.

One thing is for sure, A I will be back when mommydom proves to be too much once again.