The kids went to Yaya’s house yesterday and, for a brief moment, I couldn’t recall any of the things that I always say I’ll do if only I had a moment alone. Luckily, after a few minutes of staring at the walls, I was able to pull myself together and figure it out.

So, I made a cup of coffee and drank it before it had a chance to get cold.

Then, I made another.

I took a shower with water that was hot. No one barged in to ask me a question or tell me a joke. No little person opened the door and then disappeared allowing all of the steam to leave the room.

I went to Target and ate popcorn without a two year old sticking her snot encrusted hand into the bag.

I ate a pack of M&Ms without hiding in the garage pretending to do laundry.

I figured out how to sync my printer to my Chromebook. {Thank you, Youtube.}

I read some of my Erma Bombeck book on my phone without anyone asking if they could play my dice game.

I put toys away and they stayed put away. {Who knew that was even a possibility?}

I went to the grocery store and no one asked for candy or decided to crawl on the floor like an earthworm.

I watched television that wasn’t animated.

I ate food I didn’t cook and didn’t even have to share.

I listened to a podcast without someone asking who is that, what did he say, is that on your phone, how do you know him, can I listen too, that’s kinda boring, why are you listening to that, can I play your dice game?

I made it through a whole afternoon without anyone crying because someone informed them they were “in the boy book.” {I don’t even know what that means but, whatever you do, don’t let anyone “make you look.”}

And, at the end of the day, I was a little tired of myself and ready for my peeps to be home.