Miracle of miracles, all soccer practices for tonight were cancelled.
It's like someone knew I needed a break and decided to let it piss rain and get colder than March. I could live without the cold, but wet and rainy fields meant a night off for me.
When I found out the ideas swirled. We would eat dinner and linger at the table! We would clean the house! Put away laundry! Play board games!
But first, I got the idea that I would sit on the couch and read a two month old issue of Shape. The decadance was slightly orgasmic.
Do you know what happened next?
I fell asleep for ninety-minutes while John looked after the kids.
Wow. Talk about a wild child, eh?
