A hint of what’s to come?

Wednesday holidays are delightful.

Because they’re not attached to a Saturday or Sunday, they truly feel like a “free day” — a little present in the middle of an otherwise stressful and gross week.
Yesterday was Canada Day. I didn’t really do anything “Canadian,” besides watch the fireworks from our deck (while Little Dog trembled in my arms).
Darling Husband was working — airplanes heart holidays — so I caught up on cleaning, cooking, etc. There was no rush. I just bustled around the condo, getting things done in the morning. Ate a leisurely lunch. Relaxed in the afternoon. Did some more cooking.
When Darling Husband came home, I was relaxed and felt good about everything I had accomplished. We even played tennis last night — something I am always too tired to do after work — and then played Wii together — something I never have the patience to do after work.
For the millionth time, I know things would be much crazier with a baby in the mix — no tennis or Wii, for sure — but …
… I still think I would love to be a stay-at-home mom. I am so happy there. God, that sounds so horrible, but I don’t care. Women who choose their careers shouldn’t have to defend themselves, so I shouldn’t, either.
It’s what I want, and I so, so, so, so hope I’m able to do it.

So what do you think?

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