My Day as a Housewife

Yesterday, we got a call at 10:02am saying that our internet would be out until 2pm.  They sent us all home to work from home for the rest of the day! Score!
(I disregarded the 11am e-mail saying the internet was back on. I was already home, right?)
I got so much done. Not even just work work, but housework, too. Laundry, check. Change the sheets, check. Vacuum, check. Unpack another 2 boxes, check (no judgement!). Snuggled the cat, check.  All while getting my work done.  It was my dream come true.   In a perfect world, if only I worked from home.... All of the laundry would always be done The apartment would be spotless I would probably have a craft-type side business I would never (or rarely) feel burned out. I would save a load on gas and lunches I would never wear grown up pants I would probably have seen every episode of Reba. I'd probably spend way too much money online shopping. I would spend more time on Pinterest than necessary.  Nap time would be part of my schedule (seriously, so tough fighting naps)