Is it wrong of me to like having the house to myself for almost a whole day? It just feels so...decadent. I can go to the bathroom without someone standing outside the door waiting for me to come out. I can eat ice cream before lunch. Not that I would ever do that, of course - it's just the knowing that I can if I want to that's such a rush.
Today I scrubbed the bathrooms, cleaned out the junk drawer in the kitchen, put a latch on the saggy drop-down attic door to hold it closed, hauled all the stuff that didn't belong out of the entryway, did four loads of laundry, changed the sheets, and pared down the gazillion things hanging on the refrigerator. I took all the "calling card" magnets from realtors and pizza places and dentists that for some inexplicable reason my husband feels compelled to actually stick on the fridge, cut them down, and glued pictures of the kids on them. They came out really cute, and the fridge looks much better. I also finished my Basic Presentation Skills workshop. Gotta love dialing into work on your day off. It's a sickness.
I had other things I wanted to do, and some errands that I wanted to run, but my mom called to say The Boy was grumpy and tired so I brought him home for a nap. He slept for nearly three hours, poor baby. So in the afternoon I just did some picking up and read some more of the Da Vinci Code, which is probably the most irritating book I have ever read, but so many people have talked about it I feel obligated to finish the thing.
Dinner was yummy smothered steak, mashed potatoes, fresh green beans, wheat rolls, tomato salad and shredded carrot. I even polished the dining room table and lit candles.
My to-do list is still a zillion miles long, but overall I'm happy with the day. I wish I felt this good about every day.