You know what happens when Rob takes some "ordinary time" off from work? Not a whole heckuva lot, that's what.
Don't get me wrong, I love having him home in the middle of the week. It makes things like the morning school rush and the after school activities so much easier since I don't have to bundle any babies into the car. (I dread the bundling. We all do.)
It also makes my daily schedule implode.
When Rob is home during the week, we go to the mall in the middle of the day and get ourselves some fancy new phones for our birthdays and we both take the kids to library story time.
I stay in my pajamas and drink coffee for far too long in the morning. I send every baby with a dirty diaper to him, I don't make lunch, and I surely don't wipe the table. I eat cake. Way too much cake.
I also end up forsaking the vacuuming and the bathrooms and the kitchen floor to sit around with him and watch episodes of Downton Abbey on the computer when the babies are asleep.
Luckily, Catholics have a term for this. It's called "strengthening the domestic church."
In many ways, this almost felt like Christmas vacation to me, since our Christmas plans were scuttled by illness, and it was a lot of fun. But now our days of playing hooky are over, and it's back to the daily grind.
Let's go, Giants!