Love these days

I love the days when the laundry is folded AND put away,
when the dishes are loaded in the dishwasher and its running before 8 p.m.

The days when the toys are picked up,
the floors are vacuumed,
and the toilets have been bleached.

I love them because they are rare days indeed where everything feels "done" for a moment.

And then UPS knocks. My Christmas cards have arrived. So much for feeling done.

But they can wait til tomorrow. Tonight, its a glass of wine, some computer time and even some reading. Because I'm done, and I earned it.