Lucky me, I had the day off yesterday. It happened to be a lovely sunny day. I had two choices; stay home, bum around and watch TV or go outside and "play" with a boy toy.
One of my boy toys happened to be free so I spent four hours with him “under the sheets”. It was a wonderful way to spend four hours. The only thing that could have made it better was if I also got the benefit of a sunny day instead of being inside the room the whole time. This is where the whining comes in.
Every time I have a day off this year and last year, it’s more often than not, spent catching up on house chores and checking off that never ending to-do list. I always feel cheated. I should be doing something fun, I tell myself and my husband. So once in a while I would indulge in a few hours of watching crap on TV and just laying on my couch like I have no worries at all. It does the trick until it’s time to face the dishes piling up in the sink. Then I feel like I’ve wasted precious time.
Same thing happened yesterday. I thought I would be happy treating myself to something pleasurable on my day off. It only left me feeling unproductive. I also felt like I missed out on a nice sunny day that we rarely have in Seattle. The house is cluttered once again and still is and I will have to deal with it after work today while making dinner, giving the kids their baths, doing laundry, changing the sheets and going to the gym. *sigh*
So, I’m not happy when I’m doing chores all day but I’m also not happy just pampering myself all day. I guess obtaining balance would be the key. God, I hope so! Otherwise, I’m all out of ideas.
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