It was a day.

My favorite kind of day. The kind of day in Minnesota that is so cold it’s labeled “dangerous.” The kind of day where an empty calendar is a joyous event because it means that you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Yesterday was one such day. Yes, dear reader, I remained in my pajamas ALL DAY LONG.

The constant hum of the washer and dryer was masked only by the sounds of oh, so happy children who got to play, play and play some more with their own toys in their own house and not be bundled up and rushed about to anywhere. It was the kind of day when Josie didn’t answer to anything but “Doctor” as she made her sick baby dolls better, and her little sister, too. If I mistakenly called her Josie, she’d gently remind me that “I’m the Doctor, ‘member?” It was the kind of day when Eve finally was herself again after a marathon cuddle session with Daddy on the couch in the morning followed by toast and banana and a healthy dose of water. She graced us with “normal” diapers after 4 days of ungodly alien poops capable of bringing those with the strongest of stomachs to their knees. It was the kind of day when I was able to workout. Twice. And who would have ever thought that would be my definition of a good day. It was the kind of day that the clock didn’t consume too quickly. Josie bowled in the basement while Eve snuggled on Brewster and watched the Barney movie for the 417th time. It was the kind of day that allowed Josie to ask Daddy to make pizza for supper, and demand that we eat it in the basement. And we did. It was the kind of day where supper was done, and the kitchen was clean and the noise of the dishwasher was battling the hum and rattle of the dryer by 5:45 pm. It was the kind of day where Monday’s lunch and healthy snacks were packed and assembled and in the refrigerator by 6:00 pm. It was the kind of day when Mommy and Daddy got to say “yes” when Josie asked if she and Evie could play just a little while longer after supper.

It was a day. My favorite kind of day.