This is something I experienced for the first time over the weekend. I just flat out simply did not want to be at my house. It was too big for just me.
I went to work Saturday morning from 8am-12n. As 11:30am rolled around, I found myself wishing that the girl coming in after me wouldn't show up. I didn't want to go home. So I took myself to lunch. I sat on the deck at On The Border, and treated myself to a Corona. I don't know if it's just been a long time since I was there, or if they really have changed up their whole menu, but it was amazing! I had a chicken-stuffed deep-fried avocado, and it was heaven!
After that, I came home because I at least had to let the poor dog out. I played with him for a bit, then I took a nap. When I woke up, I just wanted to be anywhere else. So, I went to the movies. I saw "21 Jump Street" with a girl friend of mine. If you haven't seen it, see it. It's freakin' hilarious. Then, I went for a drink at the bar that is my second job. Just one, but I was encouraged to return. I'm not much of a night person, so I said maybe, and I went back home.
Almost as soon as I got back home, a friend of mine asked if I wanted to hang out. It had been a while since I had seen them, and I didn't want to be at home, so I agreed. We went back to the bar, and we ended up talking about the hubs all night. By the end of the night, I was over my house avoidance issues. I didn't want to be anywhere else in the world, except in the arms of my hubs.