I went back to bed after Mr. O went to work. Had a very long leisurely shower...nearly used the whole 40 gallons of hot water!
Yakked on the phone and then dressed and went to town for the day. The only housework I did was a few dishes and made our bed.
My only excuse is; I did it because I could.
The house is so quiet. After Mr. O leaves for work it is just me here and it hasn't been that way in quite some time. I almost feel guilty for enjoying it. We made the decision after much mental struggling to place Mrs O in hospital. It was getting very difficult to continue to care for her here at home and all she really wanted was to be in bed all day. It was a struggle to keep her up long enough for meals. Of course with that decision came all the guilt...could I have done more? ...could I have done a better job? I should have been more patient...
Why do we do that to ourselves?