I should have gotten up early and gone for a run, in the cool of the morning the day after a big rainstorm. Instead, I took advantage of the fact that there was no dog that needed to go out and no cats stomping on my bladder and I slept in until 10.
I should have unpacked everything from our overnight jaunt and gotten started on the laundry. Instead, I ate a Lean Pocket for lunch and took a two hour nap with my dog and my husband.
I should have cooked dinner before Kevin headed out to bowling. Instead, I watched DVR’d episodes of “Ghost Whisperer” and “Melrose Place” while he microwaved himself some corn dogs.
I should have swept and vacuumed and cleaned a bathroom in anticipation of this weekend’s open house. Instead, I cleaned up the kitchen so I would have room to make cookie dough.
I should have written a blog entry. Instead, I ogled David Boreanaz’ abs on an episode of “Bones” that I hadn’t watched yet.
I should have studied for the final I’m taking in a couple of hours. Instead, I sat on the couch, a small dog in my lap and a cat on either side of me and I subsisted on processed food and Diet Coke for a day.
I should have used my Sunday more efficiently. But I really can’t think of anything I could have done to make it better.
