This is what I imagine....sleeping to noon like I use to before I had kids - and not feeling guilty about it. When I do wake-up there is no one else home so I can come downstairs have some coffee and watch tv or sit at the computer with no one asking for something. Then I get dressed go shopping and actually buy whatever I want - no really, with no need to bother about how much I can spend or not spend. Then it's either on to a movie or scrapbooking at Archivers. And last but not least a wonderful dinner at a restaurant with my family.
Did you see anything about cleaning, doing laundry, fussing at the kids or hunting for my lost dog? Nope, none of that, nada!
This is what did happen.....the nite before Mother's Day we had a little bit of a storm and it tore some major branches on a big tree in between or house and a neighbors so the plan on Mother's Day was to take those branches down - no small task.
Relatives had to be called in to help out - so that meant I had to clean! Yes, clean - vacuum, dust, sweep, mop, clean the bathroom etc. Don't get me wrong the house was not filthy, but these particular family members are neat freaks - you could eat off their floor - no really you could.
After that was done I made dinner and we ran out to the store to do some lite grocery shopping and pick-up a salad for me for Mother's Day at Applebee's. I may have to cook Brian dinner, but I was not cooking mine. I will say I was really shocked how many moms were shopping that nite with kids and no hubby. At least my hubby was with me.
Then we get home put away the groceries, eat and I ask Brian have you seen Freddie? Freddie is our dog. We go on a major hunt upstairs, downstairs, outside - because Freddie usually comes running when we get home and one of the reasons we went to the store was to buy him dog food. No Freddie to be found. He got out while Brian was cutting down the branches and the gate was left open and of course he had no tags on - because we gave him a bath and never put them back on - but that wouldn't have mattered anyway - the phone number on the tags was old.
I hopped in my van with the kids, Brian hopped in his truck and we were off roaming the neighborhood for a dog that never leaves the house except to go in the backyard to do his business and his yearly trip to the vet.