To Do or Not To Do?

I love doing nothing on a Sunday. In my opinion, nothing is exactly what Sunday was meant for. Naturally, The Heir and Spare would disagree but I say, oh well. Every day of the week is busy for me. I think I'm entitled to a little bit of nothing every once in awhile. I enjoy sitting in my ratty recliner all day with magazines, my iPod and my laptop. Kids wander in and out all day. They whine about being bored but I just shake my head and send them on their way. When you reach a certain age you should be able to entertain yourself. Some people disagree with that line of thinking. Here's my justification. I've been a single mother the entire time my children have breathed. In the early years, I was their sole support for everything. Tag team feeding of a baby and three year-old?  Yup, I did it. One hand keeping a butt on the potty and the other hand changing a diaper? Mastered in no time. Reading the same three bedtime stories every night to each kid before they could go to sleep? I did that for 5 years! All me! Now, everybody can feed, wash and dress themselves. They both can use the toilet with no problem, can read all by themselves and know how to work the remote. I'd say I've more than earned the chance to say, "No, actually, I don't want to take the Little Master to the dog beach. Go and enjoy yourselves. Your perfectly capable of going without me."  I enjoy doing stuff with my kids. However, I also have no problem whatsoever doing nothing with them as well. I do not see the need to be their 24 hour Cruise Director anymore.  I don't think this makes me a bad mother but I guess we'll have to see when The Heir and Spare have grown up. If they leave the house and never speak to me again then it's obvious the answer to that question will be a big fat FAIL! Here's hoping they still love me when the growing up is all done.