Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda

I should have stayed in Ohio for the week or the next two... Here's the thing:
The Mister is working mad hours and hardly spending any time -save for Sleepy Time- at home. He's got this big deal project and here I am, trying to keep the homefires doused with kerosene, ready with match in hand in case he might come home and not want to crawl into bed to die.
Soooo... I'm having these, why-didn't-I-just-stay-in-Ohio feelings. The Mister is the only reason I came back, and pfffftt!! POOF! There goes that idea.
I'm thinking I might snag a cheap ticket to Columbus and see if my dad or one of my friends could make the jaunt to pick me up at the airport. Then, in a week or so, The Mister could come rescue me -or I could just return the way I originally got there: by catapult. Best way to travel, my friends. Quick, easy, great to feel the bugs in your teeth and the giant pillow at the end makes it all worth it.
Eh, too much effort, methinks. It never feels right to ask friends for favors *although, I would do it for any of them in a heartbeat.* And maybe, just maybe, The Mister could use a little Super-Support making sure he eats, sleeps and showers. Not that he'd forget to do these things, but just to make it a little bit easier.
At the very least, that's how I'm justifying my presence.
Da Nile ain't just a river in Egypt, ya' know...