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I've been thinking, about how stressed I am, and about how so much of it is self-inflicted, and I've come to a conclusion:

What I need is some extended alone-time, with the sure knowledge that everybody, including the Aged Parents, can so get along without me. Not, I know, going to happen, but wouldn't it be nice if it did?

There's a chance that sometime in the next few months Himself will be sent to watch paint dry in some exotic locale like North Carolina. I'm ashamed to say that I'm looking forward to a week without having to worry about cooking to please anyone else (the girls now being capable of finding their own dinner), a week when I can eat Lean Cuisine for dinner without feeling guilty about eating something "different", a week when I can watch the TV I want to watch of an evening instead of Fox News and American Idol...

Of course, I never sleep well when he's away, but that's a minor detail.

So there's my Impossible Dream. A hellgoddess can dream, can't she?

Anne, there's always another miniature disaster down the road, anyway