Hubby took the two older children to a baseball game tonight and I was quivering with anticipation -- what would I do with 2 child-free hours once I got the baby to bed? Then I wandered downstairs and remembered:
Clean the kitchen.
And as that thought was sinking in, I heard a beeping upstairs.
Oh yeah, and fold laundry.
Just 'cause they're gone doesn't mean I get to loaf around. And round about 9 when I'm thinking about a little spin on the treadmill while I watch 48 Hours, I'll probably be reading to one of my little sleep-resisters instead. Ah well.
Like one little baseball game was going to rescue me from my eternal crusade against dirty clothes and dishes. Ha!
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