Creating my future, one miracle at a time

I told the guys that I was taking the weekend off.  I wasn't going to fold laundry, remind them to take baths, cook, or entertain them.  They were on their own, don't talk to me, live if you can.

Day one went fairly well.  I only had to remind the boys once or twice (each) that i was off, and they had to find their own shit, put together their own food, and not bother me.  Stayed in my PJs until 2pm.  Read lots (online).  Answered and cleaned out emails, posted pics to Facebook, talked to my mother on the phone for about 2 hours.  She's broken down and gotten on Facebook.

But I did not live up to my resolution to read at least one hour every day from a BOOK.  What does this say about the time I'm online?

Day two now.  They apparently don't believe me about the I'm not cooking thing.  I don't know why, I rarely cook on the weekend anyway.  I guess they just can't believe that I really do not care when, if or what they eat.  And apparently it came as a big surprise to them that they were not "off" either.  That the birds still had to be fed, and the dishes were not going to pile up all over the kitchen waiting for me.

Ah well, think I'll go read now.  I finally managed to start Dead Until Dark and I quite like it so far.