Celebrating

The spouse comes home today! No more being a married single mother! (No more having a bathroom all to myself, either, but: worth it.)

He called last night from his halfway point and proposed that we have a picnic in the living room.

Now, at the best of times I really don't get picnics -- I like eating, I like the outdoors, but I don't really see how one adds anything to the other. (I like garlic; I like chocolate ...)

But a picnic in the living room is even more baffling to me. There's a perfectly comfortable table right there. I can see it from here. Explain to me again why I'm awkwardly eating a sandwich over my lap with my drink on the coffee table right next to the library books?

Still, hooray for family life with all its compromises and crumbs.