I was a nice teacher. "Nice" is the operative word. Remember when you were little and your teacher was short-tempered and grouchy? Well, my third graders have had about three days of that.
I took great delight in cleaning my house and vacuumed behind things that don't normally get vacuumed behind.
I made coffee concentrate for future "afternoon iced coffee" and I can hardly wait!
I enjoyed (rather than fretting over) my husbands lighter work load because we were able to go on a long afternoon family walk with the dog and everyone laughed and had a splendid time!
I painted a new red chalkboard for my kitchen.
(And these pics are from a couple of weeks ago....an evening walk around the college where the girls decided to rollerblade. They can't rollerblade. Can't. I ended up dragging them home. Daddy just went on ahead with the dog. Today's walk was much more light and pleasant.)