Tonight Jeremy had a work related errand to run, and I had a pack meeting to attend. He took the kids with him while I sat in a cultural hall, cheering for little wooden cars and hoping the boy's whose was the slowest every race would win at least one. It never did.
When I got home the others weren't there yet. I stood for a minute in my very tired state, contemplating what I should do. The kitchen was a mess, but the living room was actually worse. Tyler was up, quite literally, ALL night last night, which translates into a day of letting the kids do whatever they want as long as it means I don't have to get up off the couch.
In the end I decided to tackle the kitchen since it seemed like the easier task. It wasn't until later that a thought occurred to me. Not too long ago, when presented with this exact same situation, I would have ignored all the messes and read a book in the bath. But tonight, I didn't even think of that option until after I had already started cleaning. Even then, the old Lisa, upon the realization of the more fun alternative, would have abandoned the project then and there. The new Lisa just couldn't do it.
Sometimes I really hate the new Lisa.
So to rebel I'm not sweeping or mopping the floor tonight. That'll show...me.