Saturday, I just had to get stuff done. A lot of stuff. Stuff I had been putting off: sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, cleaning bathrooms, sending birthday cards, returning a package. Also, laundry, but I hadn't been putting that off: I just had more, because there's always more.
My patient and capable husband wrangled the kids while I worked, and he dropped off packages and library books and made the big kids clean their rooms.
I felt pretty good about the amount of work I got done, but I do think that next time I shouldn't put it off.