Footloose. And. Fancy. Free.

This week my husband started his summer session of school.  Through the end of July he will be in class each Wednesday and Thursday night.  Whatever will I do with myself?!

Today I had an ambitious list of things I’d hoped to accomplish tonight.  Grocery shopping, the gym, walking the dog, and cleaning my office.  My office.  Oy.  I haven’t been able to sit at my desk to write in probably six months.  It devastates me a little every time I do laundry (because…obviously…my office and my washer and dryer share the same room).​

As the afternoon wore on, the sky grew darker and darker.  Have you ever found yourself loading soaking paper bags full of groceries into your car?  I have.  It’s ugly.  It was raining as I drove home and I decided that tonight was not going to be the night for groceries…or walking the dog.

So I went straight to the gym.  No, that’s not true.​

So I came straight home and started furiously cleaning.​  No…I didn’t.

So I ate dinner and THEN started furiously cleaning.  Umm…not that either.​

​So I made dinner, cued up Real Housewives on DVR, and put on my sweats.  Ding ding ding!!!  Two words: f-cking bliss.

​So…I know I’m not alone when I say that there is rarely time when it feels okay to just sit on my a-s and do nothing.  I always feel like I should be doing something.  It’s not like the days when I was single and could do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted.  There are uniforms to be cleaned before the next practice, or water bottles to be washed before the next school day, or dealing with the puppy, and on and on it goes.

But tonight I’ve had a glimpse of (heaven) what my next couple of months could look like on Wednesdays and Thursdays.  Free days.​  Housewives?  Yes please.  WIne?  Certainly.  Twitter and Facebook?  Like!  Dinner with girlfriends?  Bring it.  Doing nothing at all?  Why not?!  Or…if I’m feeling really ambitious…I can get a million things done too.

Initially when my husband signed-up for this session we were looking at it with disdain.  Wednesdays and Thursdays are our days to go to the gym, run errands, and hang out.  But now?  He’s actually enjoying his class and I’m enjoying my nights to do with what I please.

TODAY:  What if I spend the next 17 Wednesdays and Thursdays doing whatever I damn well please?!​  As my husband would say…whoop-whoop!!!

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