Lucy had five days off from school, Tennessee got a break from preschool for Presidents Day too, Mama got five days 24/7 with the kiddos. I love the children, I really do, but I was very excited to have a little time alone on Tuesday. As you might have read, our family was struck down by a evil stomach emptying virus. No alone time and much much laundry. Today, today was a day housewife dreams are made of.
The sun was shining, the birds where chirping, little bunnies gathered around my skirt...it was like I was freakin' Snow White. (Okay, for the sake of honesty, I don't wear long skirts as they don't flatter my figure and there are no wild rabbits in the Portland Metro area. If there were I would avoid them like the plague, as bunnies are second only to snakes on my Icky and Scary Things list.) I did not get, or make, or wash, or debate anyone for seven glorious hours. I wrote. I walked in the sun with my pal and her cute dog. I ate food that I didn't cook. I bought groceries alone and without a cereal debate. (That Lucy is quit the little Perry Mason.) But the thing that stood out, the thing that made the day a real A++, is that no one threw up on or around me. Not even once.
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