At last, the long-awaited first kid-free break of the year has arrived. It’s only been a few hours, and I’ve already ticked off my carefully curated bucket list of guilty pleasures:
Ripped open a bag of candy as loudly as possible, then abandoned it on the living room table.
Went to the bathroom with the door wide open.
Paraded around the apartment without pants, because why not?
Watched porn in the living room and got a little… self-reflective.
Belted out the entire Moomin theme song at full volume while brewing coffee.
And now? Well, now I’ve got several kid-free days ahead and absolutely no idea what to do next. Suggestions are welcome—preferably ones that don’t involve pants.
