Oh, heather. I feel ya, baby. This weekend is a 3-day weekend, and my husband basically said, go somewhere if you want. No, I don’t want to. too much mommy guilt, house to clean, blah blah blah. So guess what? he goes to Amsterdam for the weekend. (!) I’m here doing about 10 loads of laundry, sweeping floors, taking down wayyy too many Valentine’s decorations and wallowing in mundanity (not a real word?). And the thing is, when I had the chance to go somewhere, I declined, so now how can I complain? I’m so schizo; I can never make up my mind. And then be happy about it!