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Well, as I wrote before, the Dog Days have arrived, and I am "relaxing" and "enjoying" my "free time". I put quotes around all that because, as y'all know, so much is subjective.

Thanks to the five four-hour twin free mornings at my house, I have been able to attend to a bunch of projects - finally painting the trim in the playroom, finishing the sewing and getting those last spring plants in the ground. I have also been able to go to the gym, tidy the house AND go shopping all in the same morning, which is a treat. This sounds ridiculously obvious, but having four hours instead of three is SOOO much more time. Often, I almost feel relaxed.

Almost.

Yesterday, it was business as usual. We all woke up around 6:30, the DH and I had our breakfast, got dressed, got the guys breakfasted, dressed, and coated in sunblock, got the bags, the lunches and my list of errands in the car, and off we went. I took the fellas to school, sat in the car for twenty minutes and made some phone calls, went to the tailor to drop off some pants, took a 60 minute spin class, met with my trainer for an hour (we boxed - LOVE IT!), took a shower, coated myself with sunblock, sat in the car for twenty minutes and ate my lunch, whilst reading a book, and got the guys from school at 12:30.

Then we met some freinds at Ikea for lunch and the children ran around the store like mad. I did a little shopping myself, and around 3:30 we got in the car to go home. The guys were tired from all the running around, and I was looking forward to a few minutes of down time.

Whoops! I suddenly remembered I had a dentist appontment at 4:00! I called the DH, who met me at the dentist's office. By this time the boys were sleeping, so I thought it was nice for the DH; he'd have some time to get things done when he got home. I asked him if he was okay - he looked all pissy. He kind of grr'ed at me, "The traffic was terrible!", and took off.

I had my apppointment - no cavities - Yay! - and called home at 5:15 to let the DH know I was stopping at the crunchy granola shop to get my Stress Buster Yogi Tea. I asked what he was doing, and he said, "Laundry." I thought, how nice, did my shop, read my book for half an hour in the car, and got home by 7:00.

At home, all the boys were outside running around. The kitchen was a bit of a wreck, and the laundry was in the washer. But nothing else... I asked about the naps, and he said the boys woke up at 6:30.

Me: What were you doing for two hours?
DH: I got the laundry going.
Me: Did they eat?
DH: There is a pizza in the oven.

I can't help but think - what about the lunches for tomorrow? What about the door that needs a coat of sealant? What about the curtains that need to be hung? What about a martini for your hard-working wife?

So, today I dropped the fellas at school, came home, cleaned the bathroom, made some phone calls, organized a cake for a friend's party this afternoon, sewed up yet another pair of little pj's, folded the laundry in the dryer, hung up the wet laundry, fed the cats, cleaned up breakfast, vacummed the bedrooms and took a minute to post this.

I am a tiny bit annoyed that the DH leaves me to do all the house things, but I am a bigger part understanding. I know I do it better, faster and cleaner than he does. Besides, right now, the DH works in an office and I work at home. So, it is my job to clean, cook and sew. How nineteenth century! But in spite of therapy, reasonability and logicial thinking, I feel mixed. Should I be annoyed?

Anyway, let me post this. I need to get a coat of sealant on the door and start on the fruit salad for later. I hope I don't have any trouble getting that door off the hinges. I really hope I don't drop it either - it's kind-a heavy. And I really, really hope I don't - God forbid - break a nail. After all, part of my job description is looking good, and that is the hardest part.