Commuter Mom: Holiday

I get the day off. It isn’t often that I have the chance to be home for the day, by myself, on a weekend. Imagine my delight when this morning Commuter Dad asked Commuter Girl if she wanted to go out for breakfast. Then imagine my increased delight when he asked if she wanted to go shopping and to the park after breakfast. Wow! A daddy-daughter spur-of-the-moment date and I have no plans.

What am I going to do with my time? Take a bubble bath, get a pedicure, go shopping, have lunch with a girlfriend, see a chick flick. Ha. The reality is that I have done an hour of work that I didn’t get done yesterday (I cut myself off at an hour!), started to clean up the clutter in the house, took the dog for a walk, put clean sheets on the beds. I’m getting ready to clean out the linen closet. Not nearly as glamorous or fun as a day of shopping and pampering.

But, you know what? I’m ok with that. When Commuter Girl gets home I’ll feel like I have accomplished something today. I’ll be relaxed and ready to play!!