In the middle of the day.
Instead of taking a leisurely stroll on the beach, or completing the grocery shopping, or taking a nap, or painting the exterior ... I cleaned the house from top to bottom while Henry crawled around after me.
The whole time, all 180 minutes of it, I was absolutely giddy with happiness.
I can't effectively express the sense of satisfaction it gave me to tidy up a room, leave that room, and walk back in to that room 10 minutes later and it was still neat. For three full hours, I had nothing to do but whatever my heart desired. Which, today, it was all about cleaning the house.
I was so
The moment I finished cleaning and was putting away all of my supplies and preparing to sit down and read Henry a book ... the front door burst open and in came Charlie with the
Sure, it was good to see that they all arrived home safely ... but try as I might, I couldn't suppress the "Oh damn!" that slipped out as soon as I heard them arrive.
As suspected, within 30 minutes, the house was a disaster.
I was breaking up fights, sending children in to time out, and my ear drums started to bleed from all the whining. The only thing that kept me from going ABSOLUTELY NUTS is that I caught a glimpse of the calendar and remembered that Montessori starts next month.
Thirty-one days from now. 732 hours. Not like I'm counting, or anything. Because I'm sure I'll miss them terribly for those three hours a day. (Although probably not the first or second day.) (Or anytime within the first month).
But ... for three hours a day, I'll be free.
Thank God Almighty, I'll be free!
Am I the only one that can hear "Gloria! Gloria in Excelsis Deo!"?