SO YOU HAD A BAD DAY,

Well, today there is a song running through my head, over and over again! Yep. That crappy "BAD DAY" song that American Idol wore out at the end of the "kick off" shows. It's been a rainy, windy, gray day here. I've been in the kitchen for hours, working on the Indian Tshirts I had the bright idea to do for my 2 year olds preschool class. Hubby calls, from out of town (on business), and tells me that he's headed into town...that town would be NEW YORK CITY! Ticked me off. I'm eatin' bagel bites, and pringles today, he's touring Rockefeller Plaza. I'm putting beads on the dyed shirts I've hand painted, he's headed out to Times Square. We are eating leftover spaghetti for dinner, I'm fighting with a 5 year old over the color of the cup I gave her at dinner, and my 2 year old has a "spaghetti belly" because he's dumped his plate everywhere, and hubby's eating $40 dinners that the company is paying for. I had to go to OPEN HOUSE at the kids school last night-in the rain-and attend a crowded book fair with the kids, while he was relaxing in a quiet hotel room ordering room service. I'm staying up late at night so I can stay caught up on everything (the dishes, the laundry, the shows I've TIVO'd), and he's watching the shows with little interuption (except when the kids call to say goodnight) and relaxing in a comfy bed. So, whenever I take a "girls night out" or go away for a girls trip (SOMEONE CALL ME PLEASE, I'M READY TO GO), please, please, please, SOMEBODY remind me NOT TO FEEL GUILTY! Why do women do that? Why is it that when I went away on my 24 hour Nashville excursion a couple of months ago, I felt slightly guilty about the trouble hubby had to go to to take off work and go pick kids up at school, etc. I dunno. Do the men ever feel guilty leaving the wife and kids behind when they go out of town on business? And when I say guilty, I MEAN REALLY GUILTY. Not just "saying" that to make the wifey-poo feel better when you talk to her. I guess that is just one of the many vast differences between men and women. Well, I do have one small peace of solice...my peach fuzzy navel is waiting on the kids to go to bed so mom can finally RELAX! YUMMY!