It's 9:30 at night. Everyone is in bed (including Jim.) I'm actually kinda tired but I refuse to go to bed yet. I have to have my alone time. My time without kids. I adore my children more than anything but I have to have time to unwind alone.
It gives me time do put together my to do list for the next day. I've found that if I make a to do list then I accomplish more and I feel better. I love lists. I love being able to cross things off my lists. It's such a great sense of accomplishment. I will even put things on my list that I've already accomplished that day just so I can cross them off :) How pathetic am I?