I had a load of things I wanted to do (well, make that needed to do) yesterday; vacuuming, dusting and polishing the furniture, organizing my beading area, weeding the garden, and making up the bed with new sheets. I did get the bed made; which isn’t easy when all three cats want to sleep on it at the same time. After breakfast, they slouch into the bedroom, pour themselves out on the bed, have a bath and then settle in for their morning snooze. I had stripped the bed right down to its underwear and tossed everything into the wash. Then I decided to wash the summer blanket as well, since I couldn’t remember when I washed it last.
Once I got all that business started, I decided to take a walk down to the pond since it was a nice cool sunny morning. I did, and felt great. I finally got the bed made, blanket and all, but had to make it up while Pookie (my oldest male) was already sound asleep under the nightie I had tossed over the bedpost. Since he loves nothing more than warm sheets, he purred his little head off as I tucked them loosely around him. Nala, my one female, was lying at the head of the bed, looking out the window at the back yard. She didn’t mind me pulling the sheets and blanket up over her backside. So, that chore was done.
By then I didn’t much feel like vacuuming, dusting, polishing, organizing or weeding. I decided to play hooky, and here’s what I did:
- I sat in my favorite chair and *read for two solid hours.
- I went out to lunch with the Crankee Yankee and a dear friend of ours (also a trainiac and a fellow member of our model railroad club, the Bedford Boomers).
- I got back into my chair and read some more.
- Around 3:00pm, I made a pan of macaroni and cheese, using up the rest of the quinoa elbow macaroni I had in the ‘fridge.
- I painted my toenails a bright and pretty coral.
- I watched Dr. Phil and tut-tutted right along with him.
- I read some more.
….and I don’t feel ONE. BIT. GUILTY. I took a play day yesterday “just because.” There is a vast and satisfying pleasure in taking a day off. It need not be a guilty pleasure, either. It’s one of those spur-of-the-moment, aw-to-hell-with-it-all things that give you a much-needed break. And there doesn’t even need to be a reason to do it, either. Some days you just need to ignore what you feel you should be doing; stop “shoulding” on yourself and just take a day off.
I guaran-dang-tee you will feel a whole lot better the next day.
*And it was a book I’ve already read about five times–I just wanted to read that book one more time.