I played hooky today. At least part of today. What's the big deal you ask? It's Sunday, after all. But with the week I have stretching out in front of me, it was everything.
It all started at the beginning of my weekend. After thouroughly enjoying my sushi date Friday night with the boy (don't think that's just the Malbec talking), I slept in until the decadent hour of 8am. TheDog was beside herself at my lateness, but calmed down once she realized a walk was in her near future.
We met a friend for coffee mid-way through our walk, then I left TheDog to her nap, and headed to work. My friend was busy at her computer, although she let me distract her long enough to wrangle an invitation to a movie and late lunch with her friends today. I told her I would if I got far enough along on my report.
After she left, I put my nose to the grindstone until it hurt. And until I had to leave to play wing-woman for friends at a singles party.
I woke up early this morning, quickly walked TheDog for coffee, and headed into the office. I hadn't heard back from my friend, so I figured the movie plans had fallen through, and resigned myself to knocking out my report.
The text came through with just enough time to get to the theater. Although the movie wasn't as funny as we'd hoped, the conversation over fondue was better, despite being the only non-mommy. The you-have-to-hear-what-Johnny-dids only took up half the conversation.
But the time spent not at work was wonderful. Particularly with my work friend who I rarely get to see these days outside of the office. And out of the office is exactly where I needed to be.