All By Myse-e-e-elf

I am at a hotel. ALONE. Five miles from my house. Did I mention ALONE? That really is the important part here.
Hubby was out of town on business this week in Florida. I think something clicked inside him this time as he was lounging on the fluffy bed, eating room service and flipping through channels. (Because--as we all know--a man's retina will spontaneously explode if he settles on one channel for more than 5 seconds.) Maybe he'd just hung up from talking me out of selling our children (again). I don't know. But in some "EUREKA" moment he realized that Hotel life can be a lot more rewarding than home life, and maybe a little Hotel time would be good for ERIN. So he sent me off this afternoon and FORCED me to check into the Hampton Inn. Alone. I put up a slight fight, because I'm the cheapest person on earth, but I knew he was right, and so did he. So the resistance was mostly for show. I didn't even push it when he insisted I NOT stay at the Motel 6. I'm getting soft, it's true.

I've been gone from home for 6 hours. I'm supposed to be resting, but I get this strange urge when I'm left alone with no kids in my care. It makes me want to conquer the world. Or at least the mall, which is conveniently located across the street from this particular hotel. (Next time he's gonna agree to the Motel 6 in the middle of nowhere! Hee!)

Also, is it weird that I met Hubby at TJ Maxx 30 minutes after checking in? Somehow seeing him outside of the house makes all the difference. It was my idea, and it was fun.

I know there are a lot of mothers who can't relax when they're away from their kids. I've just never had that problem, even when they were tiny. Just another one of my talents: I'm good at being gone.