The standard Sunday night question in our house is "Will you stay home with me tomorrow?" Always asked by me to Pooldad. Being a stay at home Mom for most of our 15 years I have come to feeling melancholy on Monday mornings because my best friend and partner in crime has to go back to work and the kidlets would leave for school. I would be alone, talking to the pups for the day. I simply never want the weekends to end.
And for all these years he still laughs when I ask and invariably goes to work the next day.
But not yesterday! Woohoo! He actually took a personal day and stayed home to play with me. YAY! That was pretty big because he doesn't just take a day off "because" - and he had to miss some serious days while I was in the hospeeeeeetal, so I was thrilled when I heard him call work early Monday morning to let them know he was staying home.
Have I already said "YAY!"? Oh, yeah. Hee, but really it was great.
We did the usual - hung out, watched movies, lined up important paperwork for the upcoming school year [seriously? I have to dig up Squirrel's immunization records, really? bah.] and played taxi for Wallene [nothing like a last minute birthday party to get us out of the house, right?] And took the dogs on a long walk.
Mundane, typical - call it what you will. I think it was the perfect day. Picked just for us.