Argh. I have been exceptionally good today. Being good sucks. And not in a good way.

Slept in instead of getting up early. This is being good, because I have been staying up much too late and not sleeping enough, and *last* night I stayed up to be friends with Husband, instead of going to bed early like I wanted to. So I *did not* get up early to do whatever. I slept.

Then, watched one Stargate, and did grown up things while Small Boy watched a second Stargate.

Then, we went to the library, got bagels, and got groceries and were back home again by 1:15pm.

After getting home, I cleaned the bathrooms, had a Tilex-fest and de-mildewed the shower, vacuummed, and started the laundry.

Then moved the priest's table from where it was blocking the front door and put it in Small Boy's room, where we'd planned. In the process, Small Boy's room much improved.

Saw the SG-1 portion of the pilot of Atlantis. Husband laughed when I left. Said I was mad that there was no more Michael Shanks. *snickers* Small Boy and Husband liked it well enough.

Now cooking dinner and planning to do some more work in Small Boy's room with Small Boy's help before he goes to bed.