Days Off

I love days off. Not that I don't love my job. But I am so productive on days off. Today Isabelle had school pictures at daycare. (Nick of course tells me this at 10:00 the previous night after she's in bed so a bath with clean washed hair is out of question) So at 9:00 I took her school promising her a sucker from the bank if she didn't cry (for some reason getting her picture taken really freaks her out). So after the slight melt down and eventual compromise we headed to the bank for a sucker. Blue was her color of choice for suckers, we said hello to everyone that HAD to work that day and headed home. After we got back we dyed Easter Eggs and then baked some cookies. All of this happened before 10:30 am. Why can't I be that productive at work? It's a mystery I may never solve, and any insight you have to offer would be appreciated. The morning concluded with lunch and a "nap." When we woke up (yes we, I slept too) cleaned house. Long day short, we ate dinner and then went to Cold Stone Creamery on the Plaza for some really expensive, but good ice cream. My day off is over and tomorrow is another day.