I thought, "Great! I'll have a few days to do some writing that I want to get to, and deep-clean the house".
Well, that didn't happen. I did get a lot of cleaning done, but absolutely no writing. I realized that it is far easier to clean the house and concentrate on writing when half of the family isn't in it. Cleaning a house with the whole family at home is a Herculean task. For every one thing that you pick up, another two have been dropped on the floor, and there is a never ending rotation of people in the kitchen eating or asking for snacks. Add to that an oldest child who never. stops. talking. and asking for things, and any plan for writing time goes out the window.
My second realization came yesterday, while eating the split-pea and ham soup that I had made for supper. I realized that of everything I cook and bake, the thing that I make the best is soup (the secret is the homemade stock). Which is truly unfortunate because my husband doesn't like soup and won't eat it. I briefly considered a career running a soup shop a la the Soup Nazi from Seinfeld.