is it possible to have a hangover with just one day’s revelry?
Took off work yesterday as the daughter had a dentist appointment, and a couple of other early afternoon things to run to. Hardly spent 3 hours at home between all the running around and prepping for stuff, but here I was this morning refusing to get out of bed.
One thing’s certain after all the drama and circus of recent times. I love my freedom, and being stuck in a schedule for days together drives me insane. Makes me one cranky unhappy pouting sad sack.
Patrick Henry’s line “Give me freedom, or give me death” gets personal and makes more sense than any other famous words now. (the daughter and son studying such topics helps an extent to pave new avenues for incorporating such ideals into our own sodden lives)
Even New Hampshire’s motto echoes the above with “live free or die” (not having to pay taxes in the state helps largely!).
As dramatic as it might sound, on reflection, it has been my life’s mantra as far as I can think back. The best part about all of this you ask? The husband knows it and allows it, happily, amusingly and indulgently. *sigh
I know. He is a sweetheart and am the punk. Better him than me, as he makes a better all-encompassing-dearie allowing me to do what I please! This way, everyone’s a winner, everyone’s happier!