I had all weekend and today off work, thanks to some schedule-juggling on my part, with the idea in mind that we'd make a trip up to the Arctic Tundra. Hotter hasn't seen his mom in ages, and I worry that something will happen to her and he'll end up resenting me. We were all set to go, and then suddenly he changed his mind. Which put me in an awkward position, because I would rather have done ANYTHING else than drive six hours to spend three days driving long distances in an iffy vehicle, eating out of a cooler (being gluten-free plus Hotter's mom being broke and funny about food to begin with would mean taking our own food with us), freezing my arse off (they have oil heat and can't afford to keep it turned up very high), sneezing (indoor cats), and listening to Poppy and Skeet (who would've had to come with us--Bumpus could stay with The XY and the boys) yowl in their respective crates. Anything, that is, besides have the fight Hotter and I will probably have if/when something happens to his mom. So there was some back and forth, but eventually we stayed home.
Once the decision to stay or go was past us, the weekend was delightful. We napped a lot, and went out for barbecue, shopped for new flannel sheets, and napped some more.