Of course on the one day where I could theoretically sleep in a little without feeling bad about it, everybody, including me, is up at 7:30. Go figure. The little ones and I played with the science kit mixing colors, shining up pennies with lemon juice and watching how oil and water don't mix. A pretty fun way to spend an hour!
Then I found myself ungrudgingly doing the dishes (this is usually hubby's job), whipping up lunch AND starting on chili for tonight. After lunch I separated clothes and started a load. It really isn't all that much, and yet I'm already feeling wiped out. :) As hubby was leaving to go back to work I joked that there is no way I'd ever be able to be this productive every single day. I'd go absolutely nuts. Then I said "I like this 60/40 arrangement we have of duties" and he responds with "Yeah, I do 60 and you do the 40?" Men. Such smartasses.