hard work ... and glorious showers

(Selfie-Stick!  And Sam's face, HA!)

Someone asked me the other day (and I quote), "So, do you work at all?"  The absolute absurdity of the way the question was worded caught me so off guard.  Do I work?  Yes, in fact, I do work.  I work really, really hard actually.  All day long and sometimes all night, too.  Obviously I know what they were really asking:  Do I have another job outside of the home.  Which is totally fine to ask!  But to simply ask if I work.  Come on now.  Cuz I be workin' hard, folks!

Anyway.

In my experience, being a full-time stay at home mother has its awesome days and its not-so-awesome days.  Yesterday was the latter.  One of those days when Kurt calls at 5:00 to say he's on his way home and all I want to do is yell, "Come on, man!!! Get...Home...FASTER!!"  He told me he had a quick errand to run, but sensing the desperation in my voice he instead came home first, picked up all 4 kids and said, "I'm taking them with me.  All of them.  Go do something.  Anything."  And with a kiss he was gone. 

From 5:32 to 7:02 I was alone.  And do you know what I did for the majority of those spectacular 90 minutes? 

I showered.

And it was glorious.