The Decision

The Guided by Voices decision has been made.  Not by me, however.  Romy woke up this morning with a wicked cold.  I believe I would be a crappy mom if I left Romy to a sitter tonight while she is sick.  You can believe whatever you want.  Truly.  I feel all weird and a little judged by yesterday's post.  I had a bunch of comments both here and on my facebook page, and it made me feel like people were going to look at me badly if I decided not to go to the show.  Maybe you thought I was asking for encouragement, something to get me off the couch and out of the house.  Thing is, I am ALWAYS off the couch and out of the house!  Last week, that's all I was!  And you know what?  I'm tired.  I'm trying to take care of myself (sleep), take care of my daughter, and type up my 400 page novel that needs to get going.  Not going to a concert doesn't mean I'm compromising something of myself; it just means I have different priorities nowadays.  I worked insanely hard to have a child, so I don't think that choosing to be with her instead of not with her for a night is something I should feel bad about.  And as far as missing a GBV show?  Seen 'em.  Like, a dozen times.  And they weren't always good shows.  Sometimes it's a huge bummer to watch a man who used to be a married elementary school teacher continue to act out his rockstar fantasies now that he's divorced and permanently drunk.  Maybe he's not that way anymore.  I hope not.  But that's how it was the last few times I saw them.  Whatever.  They'll be back.  They always are.  Maybe by then Romy will be too busy going to her own concerts to care where I am.