Today I am taking a vacation day alone. No husband. No children. Just me with no plans and no agenda.
Wait. Hold on a second. Did you hear that?
Yeah, I didn't either.
There's no Thomas the Train video blaring from the television. There's no Selena Gomez songs on the radio. There's no, "Mama, Drew won't get his hand off his butt and it's gross!" I don't even think the dog has barked today.
Somebody paint me red and wrap me up in stars and stripes because this feels like a national freakin' holiday!
I kissed my husband as he left for work this morning and then I drove my two little monkeys to their respective schools. And now here I am, in my yoga pants and a tank top, drinking coffee and eating leftover chili (What. You don't think those two things go together?) and doing nothing.
Ahhhh. Nothing.
I can't remember the last time that I did nothing, but I'm pretty sure that it was sometime during the Clinton administration.
Confession: My children are out of school next week for Fall Break, but instead of taking all my vacation days then, I decided to take two days this week for some "me time".
Does that make me a bad mother? Possibly. Should I feel guilty about it? Probably. Do I care? Absolutely not.
Because if Mama's happy, everyone's happy. So, really, this is for them.
To Brian, Bailey and Drew: You're welcome.
