I called Chris at 4:48 the other afternoon. He is supposed to leave work at 4:45. He was in a meeting.
He didn't get home until a little after 6pm.
And I wasn't {shockingly enough} upset about this.
Why?
Because this is how my day went..
5:30am - the alarm went off. I began praying that it was a mistake. It wasn't.
5:45am - in the shower.
5:55am - waking up my children. crazy.
6:30am - driving to work
7:15am - 3:20 - at work (it was a good day. lots of classes.)
3:25pm - stopped by the bank
4:15pm - dropped the girls off at the house. changed clothes. did a few things on my list {like make a pair of earrings.}
4:35pm - leave for the gym
4:45pm - 5:10 - 1 mile on the treadmill, 1 mile on the elliptical {for no other reason than to satisfy my ADD}
5:15pm - pick up Q
5:35pm - home. reload dishwasher, clean up kitchen from breakfast, preheat oven to cook the artichoke chicken that Chris prepared the night before.
See? I was productive. Had my ducks in a row and was wildly crossing things {like earrings} off my list for the night. Fantastic.
I love days like that. Even when my husband gets home late.
1 comment:
Chris is superwoman! He can bring home the bacon....fry it up in the pan.
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