Nowhere to go

The other day, Hubby offered to watch our little boy so I could have some time out of the house. Yay! He often does that, since he realizes I do need a break every now and then. I did have a book to get from the library. After that... well, after that... I had nowhere to go. Rather sad, isn't it? A whole few hours to myself, and I couldn't think of a place to go.

Hubs always knows where to go, given the chance (the golf course, where else). I counted off my choices:
Mall - I wasn't in the mood to shop.
Grocery - Come on.
Library - I did go for a few minutes.
Park - I preferred one with lots of open spaces, but that one was too far away.
Scrapbook store - I didn't want to spend any money just then.
Friends - I can't just go and show up at their house on such short notice.

I miss the way people are in the old country. We could just go to our neighbors and friends, even without calling ahead. Great if they're there, fine if they're not.

Maybe I should join a mommy group. I don't know. I might if they accept drop-by anytime moms like me. ;) Or maybe I'm just growing roots here at home.