Fleeing the scene

MacTroll got home today at 2:30. I was in the middle of a crappy headache, and done with single parenting. X-man had been asking every time Riley barked at something if it meant that Daddy was home. 

So when he finally was, I was happy to hand him X-man and go upstairs to try and get some rest. 

But part of me wanted to get in the car and just drive away for a few days. Be unreachable, untouchable and unknown. I wanted to do wild and crazy unexpected things that I didn't ever have to share with anyone.

I longed for it. The anonymity. The independence. The Freedom.

Mostly, I understood that I need a break that's longer than the 36 hours I'm going to get this weekend.