I had an unusual weekend. The boys spent it with their grandparents, so I only had two kiddos. It was very quiet. Sunday, L and the girls went to meet them/watch football and I found myself in the delightfully unusual position of being home alone for a record number of hours. I wish I could say that I did something fabulous, but the truth is, I didn’t plan very well. So, I ended up taking a long, luxurious shower and then aimlessly roaming my favorite haunts without feeling the need to rush back home. It was nice. I’m hoping for a repeat soon.