I am so freaking stressed right now that I literally don't know how I am going to accomplish everything I need to accomplish in the next eight days. So last night I had a mini-meltdown. It involved me saying, "I don't know how I'm going to get it all done, I don't how I'm going to get it all done, I don't know how I'm going to get it all done," over and over again while rocking back and forth.
Then I started kvetching about how there aren't enough hours in the day, especially with two hours of commuting, plus taking care of the dog, plus making sure the house isn't a total sty, plus interacting with various in-laws who drop by unexpectedly on evenings and weekends. And yeah, I could just let my husband take care of everything, but it's hard not to feel some obligation to play with the dog or pick up the vacuum cleaner or acknowledge the drop-in guests when they come by.
So my husband came up with a brilliant plan: "Why don't you just stay in a hotel until your period of stress is over?" He was probably just sick of the kvetching and wanted to get rid of me -- but by jove, it's the perfect solution to all my angst, even if it is a bit extravagant.
So here I am ensconced in a hotel room around the corner from my office. My husband even stopped by the room before I checked in (he checked in too even though he's not staying here) and stocked the room with soda and granola bars and other snacks.
I feel so much better and calmer already. I suppose for people who do a lot of business traveling (which I don't), it gets tiresome to always be in airports and hotel rooms -- but I just love the privacy and anonymity. It's really made me realize what a privacy fanatic I am, probably as a result of growing up as an only child. It's great -- no one I know will drop by, and I have a room all to myself just like when I was a kid! I can set the alarm for four in the morning if I want, without feeling bad that I might be waking up my husband! I can set the heat as high as I want! I can pretty much do whatever I want without worrying about being considerate to anyone!
Yes, being married and having a fur-kid are wonderful things but I'd forgotten how absolutely effing fabulous it is to be alone! Gloriously, gloriously alone! I'll be thrilled to go home next week, but for now this is exactly what I need. And husband's going to bring the fur-kid by this weekend for a quick visit, so I can have my cake and eat it too.
Of course, I feel bad about the money I'm spending. But I feel mentally so much better already, and I suppose I can skip my bi-annual clothes shopping trip to make up for it. Or I can just say to myself, "Hey, it's about time I blow some money after all the moolah my husband has spent on kitchen gadgets!" We'll see. But right now, I am just glad to be focusing on the task at hand. I don't know how consistent I'll be about blogging, but I suspect I will still post every day since it calms me down.
I suppose this post will provide L. with Reason # 47,174 that she's glad she's not a lawyer!