The boys are tucked in. The toys are picked up. The dishes are done. The counters are (relatively) clean. I am in bed reading blogs and eating licorice. Is there anything quite so luxurious?
This is my secret apartment in the city.
It has a park view, a cleaning man (why not) and the fridge is always full of whatever I am in the mood for. I have a pool, a rooftop terrace and a huge king size bed just for me. There is always a new toilet paper roll, there are no bath toys cluttering the tub and no little fingerprints all over the place. When I climb into my (king size) bed, the sheets are always crisp and clean, there is always a fantastic book on my nightable, and there is no snoring.
Hey, a girl can dream can't she?
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My husband works late tonight, My house is clean. Our kid will be in bed by 830pm. Dinner is in the crockpot for alter tonight.
And I am parking my ass on the couch and watching What Not To Wear all night long, even if they are repeats.
Bliss.
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