Tomorrow is Monday...

I start my new job tomorrow. I'm feeling tons of mixed feelings about it, hopefully I go and am pleasantly surprised. I feel like for months I have been complaining about my lack of a employment normalcy, and now that I'm going to be heading back to work, I all of a sudden had this burst of "Super Housewife Powers" and am dreading tomorrow morning? What is wrong with me!?

-I have spent the day finishing/catching up on our laundry (which Dylan does for us, but for whatever reason I wanted to do? I hate laundry.)
-I put away all of our laundry. (Again, shocking! I .n.e.v.e.r. do this part, which is why Dylan so wonderfully does.)
-I gave Piper a bath.
-I have a spotless kitchen, empty dishwasher and immaculate floors.
-I hung up and ironed all of Dylan's dress shirts.
-I showered and got my hair ready for the morning.
-Packed both of our lunches.
...I could go on and on, but I'll save you the time...

Honestly, what has gotten in to me? I think I'm trying to prove to myself that I should've been a better housewife, while I had the chance... But oh well, tomorrow I'm off to work... I am thankful to begin the week with a clean fresh home. That is something I love so dearly, but rarely ever happens. Blah. Say a prayer for me... This could be interesting! :)