Lately, I find myself daydreaming about time away from the children.
I dream about have a few days all on my own, Dave can join me if he wants. Can you even imagine having 2 days without children? Here comes the sad part, I dream about this time alone because I imagine all the cleaning I would be able to accomplish. I imagine all the things I could get caught up.
Sad, but true. Who dreams about cleaning. Maybe it is just because I am more relaxed when the house is clean. Does this make me a grown up? When did/what made you realize you were a boring grown up?
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