I'm playing hooky from work today. We can't afford it and it will probably already add to the overwhelming guilt I feel about the whole work situation, but I needed some time to myself. I love having Big Boy here, but I miss the opportunity to have just a few minutes of quiet house time to myself. If push comes to shove, I do have a headache and arthritic pain from sitting on the cold stoop last night, passing out candy to the small throngs of treaters for an hour. And I can temper the guilt with accomplishments.

Despite my plans to the otherwise, I spent most of yesterday locked away in my room watching movies. The Hubband invited friends over to watch the game and I was not in a "company" mood. I was pissed, to be frank, that he would do something like that without clearing it with me first. Not that I would have said, "No" or anything, but I felt unprepared and out of my element because my plans for the day (which didn't really include Hubband or the house that much) were suddenly altered.

It's a childish habit that I need to get over.