I think this happened last weekend, but nonetheless, I did not mind (honestly, really I didn't mind...) that my husband watched football all day Sunday and did all of our laundry...really, he did. And I think that was a good deal :-)

I did not make pancakes two days in a row for my children, and rationalize to myself that it fills up their bellies the most out of any meal and then they might not ask (nag) me for snacks (aka candy) right after their meal because mamma stuffed 'em good.

I did not have major heartache after holding Jaime's oh-so-sweet-smelling brand new baby and wish, if only for a split-second, that I could talk myself into doing that again...because he was the sweetest thing I ever-did-see :-)

I did not start my almost-3rd old potty training for 2 days in a row and then myself regress and whine about being lazy about following through, and aren't diapers easier anyways? And not to mention, I think poop in underwear is way grosser to clean up than poop in a diaper.