Day off!

I am taking the day off.  I have handed the child to the husband who immediately retreated to the basement to teach his son the wonders of college football in High Definition TV.  So, having the day to myself, I'm happily, thankfully, wonderfully bored.  Of course, John watching the child still means I have to change all the diapers and feed him his meals, but, it's still glorious, glorious alone time between my motherly obligations of poopy pants and dodging flying macaroni.

I love my son, I do, but I'm not used to having someone around all the time.  Not just around, but literally hanging off of my body constantly NEEDING something.  A girl needs a break occasionally.  As a person who really values, nay, REQUIRES copious amounts of alone time, the year of The Boy has provided me with precious little.  The bits of alone time I do get are usually spent cleaning up one mess or another that Alex has made.  So today, I'm doing a whole lot of nothing.  A little knitting, trying to learn to crochet, I've got two books I'm in the middle of readin, maybe a nap...  I'm going to take advantage of my husband's long weekend.  I will attempt to convince him that this weekend is an excellent opportunity to spend some quality one-on-one time with his son.  There's more than enough football on the next three days to keep John holed up in the basement with his TV and remote controls, and the basement's pretty well Alex-proof, so he can run around with minimal supervision.  This is perfect for me because the messes he makes will be in John's "zone" and I won't have to clean them up.  Oh, it's going to be a great weekend, and I'll be nice and rested up to go back to full-on-mommy-mode Monday.