This is what a day might look like for a mommy such as me who is now faced with an ENTIRE day to herself:
Deliver child to school and make it home in a record 15 minutes. Ahem.
Reheat coffee and drink, making note of the silence in and around the house.
Write an article, start to finish, without interruptions to wipe noses or other anatomical parts, fix the Lego police helicopter, or butter the toast.
Go to Costco without a small child draped in, across, underneath, or on top of the shopping cart. High five the receipt-checker at the door, because he knew why I was smiling so much.
Eat lunch on my deck with a favorite book, listening to NPR. Wish I had a glass of wine to go with the lunch.
Take the dog for a walk around the neighborhood, purposely NOT running because now I have time for a leisurely stroll instead of a mad dash because I have to be somewhere to pick up somebody.
Talk to my husband without hearing "MommmmmYYYY!" or "I WANNNNNT you NOW!" in the background.
I don't like it at all.