What would you do with three hours?
S took Polly to preschool this morning. They will not return until 12:30pm. There’s a dishwasher to unload, two loads of laundry to fold and put away, junk piled up on the dining room table and dust bunnies monsters roaming around our upstairs floor, scoffing at the notion of a dust pan and broom.
With three young children, these times are rare. In fact, I will not have this again for a while as tomorrow is Zoya’s last day of Kindergarten.
Here I sit with my coffee.
What would you do with three free hours?
If you are going to post that you would clean, I urge you to click away. I am just not interested in hearing that this morning.