Oh, lo, do I love a free day.
Even if that free day is actually a “drop the kid at school and cram in five loads of laundry while blogging” day, it still counts.
Not being on a schedule. Not having errands to run or appointments to keep or sports to coordinate. Not having to fix my hair (HA! as if I “fix” my hair) or put on makeup or even wear a freaking bra if I don’t feel like it. (And let’s face it, how many of us actually feel like wearing a bra??)
Sometimes “free” means two hour naps or folding laundry to a Netflix marathon, dog cuddling or picking up the house, painting toenails or reading or catching up on chores. But if it’s done from home – at my own pace and in my own order – then it feels like a free day to me.
Sweet, sweet freedom.
My post as part of Colline’s Gratitude Project.