I can't remember the last time we had a day completely to ourselves. Nowhere we had to be. Nothing we had to do.
Today, we had just that.
We stayed in our pjs all day long. Did several loads of laundry. Painted. Read a big pile of books. Played with play doh. Wrote some letters.
It wasn't a perfect day. Lucy's got a rotten cold. Nap was cut way too short by a rare accident, resulting in late-afternoon grumpies. The house is trashed, and though I'd hoped to tackle it, taming two rooms of cobwebs was all I managed.
But we baked bread (the "real" stuff, not the 5-minutes-a-day stuff), which is something I've never actually done successfully before. And while we kneaded it, we sang together. At the end of the day, I'm feeling like it was exactly what we needed.