Wanna hear something fun?
For the first time in almost two years, I have the house to myself. For the whole day. With no child or husband due for hours and hours. Bliss.
So what am I gonna do? Well, not much. Having the house to myself for the first time in two years triggers a condition in which I am completely blind to the Mount Everest-sized pile of laundry sitting on my bedroom floor that desperately needs to be folded and put away; causes me to be incapable of noticing the couscous that spilled on the stove last night and was never cleaned up, and renders invisible the various half-baked projects around the house, like our attempt at cleaning out the basement so that it can finally be Bee’s playroom, or any of the myriad of crafts that languish in my craft corner. (that’s code for, in a bag on the floor in the basement that hasn’t been cleaned out)
So far today, the biggest decision I have had to make is whether to watch A Baby Story or Dawson’s Creek. Don’t be daft – of course Dawson won. Who’s your favourite? I’m a Pacey girl myself. Well, I like Jack too, but that’s just a throwback to my hag days. Dawson? Blech. Wuss. I prefer my Creek boys tall, dark and sarcastic. I won’t even get into the ‘where did you go katie holmes, you cruisified freakazoid?’ because, you know. Cliché.
See how much fun a day off is!
After bad ‘90s teen drama ends, I may read blogs for a while, pet the cat and perhaps shower at some point, but only because I will be leaving the house for the only reason I would leave the house when I have it to myself – to go meet my best friend and go to the beauty parlour together! And then we’ll go out for dinner, and by time I get home, Chris will have Bee fed, changed, in pajamas and ready to give me a big smooch goodnight before he goes and cleans that couscous, folds the laundry and organizes the basement, pausing only long enough to make me a cup of tea and play with my new fabulous new hair for a while.
Too far? Ok. I’ll settle for everything up to that smooch from Bee.
Gotta go now – looks like I’m almost out of coffee, and I’ll have to make some more before I watch You Are What You Eat, even though Zoboomafoo and Go, Diego, Go are on. Heaven.