My son has been making the most of having Daddy home for the President’s Day holiday. Starting this morning, and continuing even as I type this, my son has almost exclusively pestered his father instead of me for a change.

It’s been quite nice. Until a day goes by when I’m not the parent in charge, I never really realize how much time I spend fixing my son’s meals, nagging at him to finish his meals, cleaning up after my son’s meals, nagging at him to pick up his toys, cleaning up his toys, then preparing to fix his next meal. I almost didn’t know what to do with those extra 6 hours in my day!

Fortunately, I put a couple of them to good use. I watched a movie, did a little laundry, caught up on email and blogged at all five of my blogs. Then I exercised, too! I pedaled 5 miles on the exer-cycle then spent about 20 minutes doing some yoga. Lovely, that — the deep relaxation section on one of my favorite yoga DVDs always leaves my body feeling like melted butter.

So, with that on my mind, is it any surprise that after I’d emerged from a nnice hot bubble bath and stood shivering in my bathroom, smoothing lotion all over my goosebumpy skin, I suddenly got a craving for turkey?