Working Holiday

It's Veteran's Day and I have to go to work.  The boy has off, as does the husband.  It's his first Veteran's Day off in more than 20 years.

Yesterday, my husband called me while at work and suggested I take the day off too.  "So we can go to the museum, do something fun." he said.

I can't tell you how many days, where the boy and I have had off and my husband has had to go to work.  So many days, I've had to wake up early and find new and exciting ways to keep the boy entertained for 8 to 10 hours.  And on these days, I managed to go to the market, do chores and entertain a four year old.  Just me and the boy.  No therapists.  And no naps.  

It is my husband's turn now.  We can do the museum or something fun on another day.

This morning I was able to hit snooze until 6:37 am.  I was able to wake up and not have to brush anyone else's teeth but my own.  I was able to take a shower and get dressed at my leisure without worrying about making the school bus.  I checked my email, applied lipstick, brushed my hair.  This morning I didn't have to make breakfast or wash dishes.  I didn't have to make any beds.  I walked out of the apartment, without throwing away the garbage.

This Veteran was able to get up, get dressed and go to work.