Three Years Ago on a Day Off Work:
I’m off work for the day, Cha-Ching! Open my left eye just long enough to confirm that my alarm won’t go off unnecessarily. Sleep til 10am. Get up and eat a bowl of cereal while watching “The View.” Maybe read the paper. Shower and put on sweats. Do a load of laundry. Take a nap while listening to the tv tuned to either a soap opera or “A Baby Story.” Wake up in time to eat a quick lunch and watch another episode of “A Baby Story.” Read a book or goof around on the internet. MAYBE do another load of laundry or the dishes. Doze off until I realize that hubby will be home soon and see that I’ve done nothing all day. Start dinner and look busy as he walks through the door.
Today on my Day Off Work:
I’ve been looking forward to this day for weeks! Wake up at 6:30 instead of my usual 5:45 (yay! I got to sleep in!). Run a comb through my hair, go start a load of laundry and get Woob’s clothes and milk ready. Get the boy up and dressed. Pull out all my tricks to get him to sit on my lap and look at books while he drinks his milk. Convince him to get his coat on so he can go to daycare. Take little dude to daycare, because that is the only way I’ll get ANYTHING done today. Go straight to Wal-Fart to pick up a birthday card for N., various household organization items, and things I forgot at the grocery store two days ago, all the while relishing the freedom to walk down any aisle I want and take as long as I want doing it because I’m not on schedule, nor do I have a toddler attempting to climb out of the cart or demand that I somehow push the cart without touching the cart because only he can touch the cart (sigh). Go home, and eat a quick breakfast, while checking out what’s going on online and listening to Regis and Kelly. Do a quick scan of the house, putting things where they go as I move along. Clean the bathroom, do a nother load of laundry, load the dishwasher, sort through various outgrown baby clothes and toys to load up for storage or Goodwill. Clean out the “crap” room that has been loading up with bits and pieces of various junk that goes nowhere else. Willy nilly throwing away of anything and everything I can get away with. Vacuum, dust. Mop the kitchen floor (oh, my poor, poor floors…) and shampoo the carpets. Take a quick bite of lunch and cruise around online again. Shower. Start supper. Go through bills and finances (oh, my poor, poor finances…). Go get the boy from daycare, feeling guilty that I sent him there on my day off at all.