What can you do when you're child-free?

This week we are child-free. Elf is staying with his grandparents. We have been able to do the following since we have been child-free:

Laid in bed until 9.30 YES 9.30 on Easter Monday
Gone to the toilet on our own, without having to wipe someone else's bottom or play "Talk funny Mummy" (which involves me talking in a range of accents, well mostly American, and Elf laughing at me)
Watched our own choice of telly which isn't, funnily enough, Humf or The Backyardigans
Had a long adult lunch of three courses uninterrupted on Easter Sunday
Turned our noses up at other tables in said restaurant with children attached (only joking)
Shopped in peace at our own pace after said three course lunch
Tried on clothes during said shopping trip
Argued with each other. Why? Because we could!
Worked a full day instead of part-time (to make up for leaving work early last week as Elf had tonsillitis) I don't have to leave bang on time to avoid the huge penalties for picking Elf up late from nursery
Not had to wait outside the house in my joggers for OH to come home so I can race to my Pilates class (does the stress involved in waiting til the 11th hour negate the relaxation achieved once there?)
Laid in bed until the last minute before I have to get up before work (bliss)
Cooked dinner, eaten it by 6.15pm and watched Hollyoaks (it's still awful)
Tidied my wardrobe and put away my Winter warmers
Booked catch-up suppers later in the week with friends separately but ON THE SAME NIGHT
Planned to go to a work friend's 40th birthday party TOGETHER without having to pay a babysitter.

As my and OH's parents all live four hours away, we rarely have any time to go out without having to pay for a babysitter. Our parents take Elf away for a week's holiday once or twice a year, leaving us with a week free to do the above. The girls at work were amazed that I said I wouldn't miss Elf. Why would I? He's having fun with Grandma and Grandpa. I do wonder what he is up to each day. In fact I think I'll just give Grandma a quick call now...

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