Maybe driving five hours each way for a little break seems a little excessive and unnecessary. But let us consider the facts.
Five hours of driving which I am chauffeured by my husband equates to five hours of guilt-free knitting. No laundry, no cleaning, no mopping, no bills, no Internet. Blissful knitting.
I will be greeted by homemade bread and then proceed to consume whatever "my little heart desires". Every baking whim shall be granted and the regular food can't be beat. The motto of "What do you want to eat next?" is upheld and lived by.
The babysitting is free and I can rest at ease knowing that my child will be taken care of in the same manner in which I was raised, with an added dosing of spoilage. People actually fight over who is going to give her a bath, change her diaper, get her breakfast, take her to get an ice cream cone, etc.
Access to the latest and greatest sewing machine, serger, quilting gizmos are at my disposal.
Basically, I get to do whatever I want and not lift much of a finger the entire time I am away.
I have a hard time resisting heading to my parent's every weekend.
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