After a few lovely days of padding around the house in my Aretha Franklin slippers, I am now forced to put on some pants and go to work.
The brutal part, of course, is that no one else in my house has to get up or do anything productive today.
Although this also means that I won't have to break up any arguments over DSIs, Barbies, or Lego.
In fact, DH just sicced (sp?) them on me now: "Why don't you guys go bug mum, she's going to be leaving for work soon!"
I think that's my cue to leave.
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