Didn't miss work at all

Yesterday I took a vacation day and I didn't miss work at all. I went and got my cholesterol checked in the morning (better to take care of that BEFORE the holidays, I figure), ran some errands (meat market, liquor store) and then cooked for 8 hours straight. Macaroni & cheese with spinach, Baked ziti, chicken enchiladas, beef enchiladas, beef stew, chicken stock, tuna casserole, laid the groundwork for chili and wild rice soup. I didn't get to the stuffed turkey breast, the greek flank steak or the banana bread. I was completely exhausted by the time I had a friend over for dinner, but it still beat being at work.

It's days like yesterday that make me think about housewife-ism. I've always maintained that I would go stir crazy and feel unfulfilled if I stayed at home. Days like yesterday almost make me long for it. But then I remember that I cooked for 8 hours straight and if I was home every day, I certainly wouldn't be doing that* every day. Tim and I would weigh a million pounds each.

It's now officially a week until Christmas, but my holiday starts on Saturday when Tim's family comes for dinner. Hopefully, after cooking and cleaning tonight, I'll be ready. I'd better check my to-do list. When it comes to Christmas, Santa's list ain't got nuthin' on me.