Last night, after a tough round of "boot camp" class at the gym, I came home to the kids in bed. (I love my husband...)
Greg wasn't feeling all that great, so he went straight to bed.
So there I was, 9:30 pm, and I'm wired from my workout. And I'm proud to say, I was a good girl. I cleaned the kitchen and did some laundry. Then I topped it off with ice cream at 10:30...maybe I should leave that part out of the story.
My point is, it was so nice to wake up with less to do.
If only I had that kind of motivation every night...a half hour or so of work feels so good the next day!