Can't help it. I have that song stuck in my head.
I took off for an overnight trip with my girls and some friends on Saturday. We had such a good time...laughed so hard that my jaw hurt. How can you be happy and guilty at the same time?
I didn't do stuff like that when Mike was alive. Oh there was the time I took a couple of the kids camping, but for the most part...I stayed closer to home. We weren't the couple who always had to be together, but we were usually never very far.
So, this is new to me. I like the freedom. And I feel guilty about that. I like feeling happy. And I feel guilty about that. I like spending money without worrying about what he would say about it. And I feel guilty about that. Ridin solo. And I feel guilty about that.