Outside.

Yesterday, I was feeling under the weather.  No, that's putting it mildly.  I was sick.  So sick that my sweet neighbor helped rescue me.  Let me tell you, if I ask for help, I must be really sick.  What a waste of vacation, huh?!  But today, I felt much better.  After library, the plan was to take care of the colossal mess left from hitting the sack early last night.  Our house was...umm....embarrassingly bad.  Like I'd be super duper embarrassed if anyone stopped by.  Even messier than a daddy daycare day is a sick mama day.

On the way home, I made a different promise than I had initially planeed.  I promised to read each and every library book on our picnic blanket before even going inside.

One thing about me, I'm good at promises.

 Best decision that I made all day.  In fact, lunch came outside and then we lingered just a bit longer before nap.

 

  No one came by and noticed our state of disarray interiors. 

 And even if you did, I might not even apologize...well...I wouldn't apologize too much...because this living outside in the here and now is and was much more important than a spic and span home. 

Besides, it is all mostly tidy...well, if you don't count the four loads of laundry that are wanting to be folded.  Or the rug that I was going touch up with a vacuum earlier. Or the....

I need to take my advice more often.