I'm Not Buying That Ticket For The Guilt Train

I took the hubby to the airport yesterday morning. He's off on business in Atlanta, Georgia. Part of me wishes I was with him - its warm and not raining in Atlanta right now. And the other part of me is heaving a huge sigh of relief that I have the house and the bed a-l-l t-o m-y-s-e-l-f!!!

Truth be told it falls into a 10 / 90 split, face planting strongly on the latter.

Is that wrong? Should I be feeling guilty?

Naaaaahhhhhh!

As I awoke to the luxuriousness of the bed all to myself, the cats kicked out of the room, and the bed NOT jostling to every tiny move - I (without guilt) felt wonderfully refreshed and ready to meet my day.

Is that wrong? Should I be feeling guilty?

Naaaaahhhhh!!

It doesn't mean I don't love or miss my husband any less. On the contrary, I truly do love him and miss him. I don't miss the fighting over pillow space (he pushes the half way boundary), temperature control, are the cats in or out, and most of all ..... (shhhh don't tell him I said this) I don't miss the loud, purposeful, off key ditty singing he does when he first gets up. Nooooooo! I do not miss that!!

Everyone tells me I have such a quite and polite husband - well "they" haven't spent early mornings with him.

But I digress.

Tonight I will go home to a quiet house, look at a mess that "I" left behind from this morning. Clean up the mess that "I" made this morning. Make a dinner that's healthy and well balanced and nutritious. Watch television that doesn't include guns, cops, or serial killers. And go to bed at a reasonable hour to read in quiet with no background noise.

Is that wrong? Should I be feeling guilty?

Naaaaahhhhh!!

He'll be home late Friday afternoon, we'll be back to normal and I'll be glad for it.