Yesterday, I did nothing. I didn't clean my house or do any laundry. I hardly interacted with my children at all. I did manage to provide breakfast and a kind of dinner. I got everybody bagels in the a.m. and I ran out to the store and bought a roast chicken and other sundry items for dinner. But mostly, I laid in bed and read The Nine Tailors by Dorothy L. Sayers.
I thoroughly enjoyed it and high recommend it, but only if you can ignore all your responsibilities for the day.
Now I must go netfix the old Lord Peter Wimsey mysteries that played on PBS back in the late 70's (or was it early 80's?).