Yes, Mr. P is on Easter break which means the entire week is stretching out before me.
Luckily Hubba-hubba was able to get Wednesday through Friday off, although don't ask about why he has to go into work tomorrow. No, we're just not going to talk about that.
But I was thinking that I live in one of the biggest cities in the world, and yet I tend to stay in my little corner of things.
We have world-class museums and attractions and so far, Mr. P has only seen a fraction of them. I mean, I've seen them many times prior to his earthly arrival, but I just haven't gotten around to exposing him to them.
Part of that is due to his propensity for carsickness, which makes traversing stop-and-go freeways and long distances even less appealing than normal.
The other part is that I hate to travel to a place and spend all the time and money just to find out that he is bored out of his mind. Because I can never really predict what he is going to like all the time. Or even worse, that I spent all this time and money and he will never remember it but for pictures.
I suppose that would land me in the category of bad mommy, wouldn't it?