I'm taking tomorrow off, and unless Mateo gets sick, I will be I all alone. For like 8 hours. Eight precious hours where I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. I can get in the car and drive somewhere and not fight with a wild toddler who wants to go outside, but doesn't want to sit still long enough to put his shoes on. I don't have to figure out how much time I can be out before the wild toddler gets tired and cranky and hungry. I don't have to fear the inevitable flip out.
More importantly, I don't have to watch Blue's Clues or Little Einsteins OVER and OVER, ALL DAY LONG.
Wait. I change my mind. The most important thing is this: I can use the bathroom ALONE.
This will be the last day alone for awhile, so I'm going to suck it dry. Oh, I have plans. So what if they include reading and sleeping. I also plan to return some stuff I bought and maybe toodle around trying to convince myself I shouldn't buy any more xmas gifts for Mateo (darn that boy has switched from loving Yo Gabba Gabba to Little Einsteins to Blue's Clues in less than a few months - I have Yo Gabba Gabba stuffed friends, Little Einsteins dolls and DVDs, and NO Blue's Clues items. You see my dilemma? Yes, I'm sure you do.).
I also finally went through most of my maternity clothes and my size 8 clothes (I really don't foresee myself being a size 8 ever again, oh well, boohoo, life goes on), and I have two really big bags of clothes to donate. Mateo's closet needs to be attended to, two bathrooms need to be cleaned, and sheets need to be changed.
Eight hours. I can do it.
Oh, and I have to go to the bank.
And grocery shop.
Now I just feel daunted and want to lie in bed all day, reading and napping with the cats.