My 10-year old and husband were at football practice. My teenagers went to their friends’ house for the night. My 6-year old daughter invited herself over to the neighbor’s house to play for an hour.
I was alone! In my house! My dream come true (funny how your dreams change as you age). . .
. . . and so what did I do with this precious time?
I put away four loads of laundry and ironed four pairs of pants for my husband. I ate a salad for dinner while watching politics on television. And then suddenly I was no longer alone. Drat.