the grass is greener, but i miss grey

Fled to the countryside with my husband and our daughter, to his parents farm. It's beautiful here. My 2 year old is obsessed with her grandparents and physically pushes me away when I go near her. Normally she wants to sit on my lap while I pee.

My mother in law cooks 3 meals a day; most things have a butter and cream base. Everything's delicious and I hate myself for eating it all. The family are wonderful, happy go lucky types. I'm well practiced at joining in.

I started a business last year and could not be less motivated to keep things up to the usual standards. Probably fueled by my obsessive escapism, practiced mainly via Instagram.

I am living a beautiful, quarantine dream in the alps including babysitting, loving husband and fresh mountain air.

I want my apartment, smog and salads back. I'm a horrible millenial and hope this is all over soon.