I'm rather amazed at everything I can accomplish in one day, and still have some energy left by the time my son goes to bed. Besides general cleaning and dinner preparation, I can go to the grocery store, walk to the post office, make bread or cookies, and do a load of laundry. (I realize some of you may be thinking, "Well sure, she's only got one!" Rest assured, for every ounce of cuteness in my son, there is a pound of "Hold Me!" Most of my day is spent one-armed singing Yankee Doodle and various nursery rhymes.)
Granted, I am squeezing a lot of work into the glorious 40 minute nap, and I do a lot of kitchen clean-up after dinner, when my husband can baby-wrangle for me; but still, the possibilities are endless. I can do my dishes! I can scrub and vacuum the floors weekly! I can read a book! I can clean the windows! I can shine my silver! I can make dessert!
Look out home, I'm apron-clad, wielding a spatula and broom!
After I retrieve them from my son.