• Went to office on a Saturday to finish clearing out my desk.
• Finished taking down Christmas.
• Went to symphony concert for first time in three years.
RE-ENTRY DAY TWO
• Replaced handle on toilet in son’s bathroom; relieved that it will now flush.
• Replaced broken window pane in garage door; relieved that children can now play basketball without risk of impaling themselves.
RE-ENTRY DAY THREE
• Watched four episodes of “Battlestar Galactica” on Netflix.
RE-ENTRY DAY FOUR
• Cleared breakfast dishes by 9 a.m.
• Started load of laundry by 9:15 a.m.
• Picked up sick child from school at 9:45 a.m.
• Watched two episodes of “Battlestar Galatica” while sick child took a nap.
• Went to grocery store while it was still daylight.
• Was late picking up non-sick child from school; forgot to allow enough time for grocery shopping beforehand.
• Cooked dinner! Frozen ravioli, but still.
RE-ENTRY DAY FIVE
• Breakfast dishes not cleared till 11:30 a.m.
• Watched only one episode of “Battlestar Galatica.”
• Fell asleep on couch at 2 p.m.
• Picked up children from school on time; forgot I’m now supposed to take the eastbound pickup route instead of the westbound pickup route.
• Got honked at in school pickup line because I was playing games on my phone instead of paying attention; forgot how boring it is to sit in school pickup line.
• Cooked dinner! Mashed potatoes! Not from a box!
• At this rate, I might even get the beds made by March 1.
• Fell asleep on couch at 7 p.m.
RE-ENTRY DAY SIX
• Cleared breakfast dishes by 9:15 a.m.
• Cleared piles of paperwork from desk; uncovered shoebox full of gifts for Operation Christmas Child. Oops.
• Watched two episodes of “Battlestar Galactica.”
• Picked up children from school on time; daughter asked if I’d been in my pajamas all day. “These are not pajamas,” I retorted. “They are sweatpants.” And yes, I’d been in them all day.
• Discovered two bags of cranberries in back of fridge. Made cranberry-orange bread I had intended to make for Christmas.
• Cooked dinner! Scrambled eggs!
While clearing dinner dishes, daughter asked, “So what do you do at home all day now?”
“Ha!” I answered. “That’s a good question.”
Daughter continued: “Last time you were home all the time, I remember you doing laundry and dishes.”
And I’m lovin’ every minute of it.