my gift

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I was telling Bill about my 'dream day'. It would consist of me leaving the house in the morning and doing whatever I wanted to do, probably sit in a eatery and read. Then I would come home to a clean house (that's what was happening while I was reading and eating) and then everyone else would leave and let me just sit in a clean home for a few hours before the 7 twisters I gave birth to re-appear.
So this morning I was told to leave, so I did. And after I came back they left. So I'm ending this blog now to go enjoy my clean house all by my self! I'm almost tempted to pull a "Risky Business" Dance, but with my luck I'd fall, break a leg and not be able to get up and the kids would forever be traumatized from walking in on mom in crumpled heap in sunglasses and one of dad's church shirts, no - I'll go finish my book instead:-)