Chuck took the kids ice skating this evening. Not just the big kids, he took them all. It's a rare treat for me to have the whole house to myself. You'll never guess what I did.
Did I drink the last beer and play on the internet? No.
Did I shower with the door open? Not yet.
Did I clean the house just so I could enjoy seeing my living space neat and tidy if only for a few moments? Yeah, right.
As soon as they were out of the driveway, I changed clothes (with the door open), grabbed my gatorade and the iPod, and hopped on the treadmill. Six slow miles without a single interruption. It was heaven.
I don't have a problem. It's a passion. :o)