Mr. Sandwich and I both work for a state organization, which means that we get today off in honor of Cesar Chavez Day. Baguette’s day care, on the other hand, is open.
Most of the time, if work is closed, so is day care. So that means that today is the only day when it’s just the two of us.
Grown-Up Day!
I woke up slightly later than usual, but still got Baguette to day care on time. And then I came back and slept until 9:30. Because I could.
Mr. Sandwich did some much-needed car repair, changing the brakes on one of our cars. I filed our taxes, although as usual I had trouble finding one document. (Irony? It was right in front of me the whole time, behind some related paperwork in a folder. It was like it was The Purloined Tax Document.)
I’m straightening up the kitchen in preparation for Easter dinner with Mr. Sandwich’s parents–there’s cooking to be done–and the hard-cooked eggs are ready for coloring (that, too, will be us, since Baguette’s not quite ready for that). We’re folding a lot of laundry.
And we get to watch TV that we can’t watch with Baguette.
I’m already looking forward to picking her up.
Sounds like a great day!
It was!
Fun day! I guess I shouldn’t be jealous, since everyday is grown up day for me, but an extra day off from work sounds really good right now.