May I Please...

Why do I feel the need to ask "permission" to do something???

Yesterday I received an email from a friend inviting me to join her at a function at the French Embassy. An evening concert of classical music in the gardens, food and drinks. A chance to get away from the kids for a few hours, I was really excited.

Here is the conversation:

Me: Anne (not real name) emailed to invite me to a concert on Wednesday night. Is is ok if I go? You will be home from work and I will have the kids ready for bed before I leave.

Hubby: Why do you want to listen to classical music? Is it in the budget, yeah know we have a budget.

I didn't even bother answering out loud. My internal monologue went "F@&k you, I enjoy classical music and the $40 will not be breaking the bank. Did I question if the IPad 2 you had to have, was it really needed or in the budget?"

I should just say "Hey I am going out on Wednesday night. The kids will need fed, bathed and put in bed. See ya....

And The Verdict Is...

We are staying in Saudi Arabia! for another couple of years anyway.

I am ok with this. I am settled here, have made some good friends and know my way around.

The "abnormal" has become "normal" !

We are heading back to Canada for a holiday this summer to get a break from the 50 degree temps.