Today my youngest child started once a week daycare.
So with one in school and one in half day kindy,
that gives me,
considering the time to do the drop off and pick at kindy,
exactly 2 hours, 27 minutes and 42 seconds to myself
every Tuesday afternoon.
Don't get me wrong.
Love my kids.
But mummy time is good.
Mummy time is great.
Mummy time is fabulous.
It is the first time in nearly 7 years, since my first was born,
that I have official "me" time
on a regular basis.
and in July it will become 6 hours a week!
(provided of course that my daughter continues to enjoy daycare.
My personal freedom and gratification lies with the carefree attitude of a 2 year old. Eek!)
So what did I do today?
Sit and watch Oprah with a tub of icecream double dipping to my heart's content?
Run around nudie a bit (just cos I could)?
Blare out daggy 80s music and do a Tom Cruise around the house?
Basically I did a big fat nothing.
Partly to do with the lurgy that I am dealing with.
But partly because I could just sit and enjoy the peace and quiet.
Another gem I have come to understand as I get older:
Silence certainly IS golden!