I am a workaholic. I love to produce. My value is tied up internally in how much I get done. I am a doer. I get things done.
So yesterday I had a day the way I enjoy them. I was at my office, away from the house, from 7:30 until 4:45. I cranked out the work for hours, picked some kids home, and walked in the door to a wonderful lasagna prepared by my husband sitting on the table.
Then we went to a Little League Game and the weather was nice and Bart and I had a chance to chat.
ANd up until that point it was a day like I like them.... Later I heard the bad news I talked about earlier in a post this morning, but up until then all was good.