I woke up this morning happy, rolled over, slept some more, and an hour later, woke up again. Giddy. My husband took our children down to visit with family for the day. So I'm home alone without a list of a million things that I expect myself to get done because my perfectionist self is away as well -- I kindly asked her to go on holiday -- and proceeded to give myself permission. Permission to watch two episodes of 'What not to Wear'. To get up when I want to. To think what I want to. To do what I want to -- when I want to.