was it really a day off?

After putting in two VERY long days for parent-teacher conferences, I was compensated by having the day off on Friday. Sounds fair enough, right? Well by the end of the day, I just wasn't convinced it was really a day off.

The day started with Jeremy forgetting to set his alarm clock. By some miracle, I woke up at 7:48 (the time he should've been leaving the house) and realized someone was still snoring beside me.

So after I got him shoved out the door, I got up and gave Nate his breathing treatment, suctioned him, gave him medicines and fed him. Oh and changed a really yucky diaper. Then I noticed some cat vomit on the living room floor. So I cleaned that up. Put the carpet cleaner away. And then noticed some more cat vomit.

Oh, what a fabulous start to my day!!

The rest of my day consisted of changing 3 more poopy diapers, being a jungle gym for a toddler, playing a board game with Allison, making sure my kids had something to eat and watching a few prerecorded shows on the DVR (now that was enjoyable!!).

So by the end of the day, I was feeling like I had gotten the short end of the stick! My house was a disaster. I was tired. And I decided that a day at home alone with my kids is really not a day off. I love my kids and I wouldn't trade them, but they are exhausting!

I'm thinking the next day off might be better spent at work with the kids at grandma's!!!