Last night was one of those rare times when I was alone in my home--with no expectations. In theory, I'm home two mornings and three afternoons with no kids. Some of those times I sub or volunteer. Those are also the times when I "work" as mom--cleaning, laundry, grocery shopping, etc. If I just sat around, I would feel guilty. But last night, my husband took the kids to a baseball game in Cincy.
we ate a late lunch). I took the dog for a walk. I then drew a hot bubble bath in which to soak. I read about 75 pages of a book--without being interrupted. (One can understand the plot so much better when you can read w/o interruptions). It was perfect. When my husband asked how I spent my night and I happily told him, he looked at me as though I was crazy. I was glad to have the "night off," but I was even more happy when my family was back safely at home.