It’s Saturday, 6 p.m. I am at my desk, still in my pjs and terry robe (old awful one that I should throw away). Mostly I am reading blogs, doing an itsy-bitsy amount of work (wrote a cloth diapering glossary that was supposed to be done in 2000).
My husband comes home from work (about 35 hours of overtime this week and he is really tired) and hollers, “hello”. FRICK … I am filled with guilt – I haven’t even brushed my teeth! YUCK. I have wasted an entire day (the kids are gone to grandmas – thank you mom). I run upstairs, “I haven’t been down there ALL day!” I say and he smiles. “Honest, I spent most of the afternoon in bed” (this is true, I did). He laughs hard and I chuckle.
AHHH … what a great life!