I love this week each and every year...The week where absolutely no work gets done. A short week too.

So for Thanksgiving Hubby, Baby guy and I are going to his fathers' girlfriends house to have dinner. They are keeping Baby guy for the night. Hubby and I are going to go to his friends house afterwards, he always has get togethers on the nights of holidays b/c there's nowhere else really to go, everything's closed.
I am looking forward to it, however I have a feeling I will end up being the driver while my Hubby gets drunk.

I would like to think of it as a night out for me too, seeing how I NEVER LEAVE THE FUCKING HOUSE. I feel like I am trapped there. This past weekend I left the house for exactly 15 minutes. Whoop de fucking do.
How am I supposed to go to a gym? Where is my 'break'? Why am I always the one at home? Why is it that I am never asked, 'Hey is there something you want to do or go somewhere? Do you have errands you need to take care of?'

Conveniently, My Hubby always has something to do outside of the house...Hmmmm he's lucky isn't he?