The Good News: It’s 1:30 p.m. and I am officially free. The Mister has taken the boys for some Super Bowl bonding and I now have time to get down to some home improvement business. The Bad News: The Mister is alone with my children. One hair in the wrong place on these children and hell knows no wrath like that of a mother who suspects neglect. Equally bad, that I find joy in being alone to pursue not some pampering or rest, but manual labor.