I swear sometimes I work for the weekend.
I’m excited the weekend is coming like I have these extravagant plans.
Sometimes I do have plans.
Sometime they fall through or just change for one reason or another.
Take this weekend for example.
Plans didnt pan out for saturday so I stayed home.
In my pajamas.
I organized a few things for caterings, did laundry, snuggled with Maddie,
and I deliberately took a nap.
I paused Netflix and took an hour nap.
I will fall asleep watching a movie. Not on purpose, it just happens.
This time I laid on the couch, looked at the clock and said to myself just an hour.
My body needed refreshing.
It had been a work week that seemed to last a month.
So from 240 until 345, I slept.
And it felt good.
So I did it again on sunday.
Apparently my body was talking to me.
I should listen more.
I push and push to exhaustion at times.
That is not healthy.
And these days I am more concerned about health. Extending my time on this planet.
As good as my reasons for relaxing an entire weekend are, on sunday night I feel like I’ve wasted it. If I had accomplished everything I imagined while sitting with my feet up, this house would be amazing!
I’m settling for comfortable.
Homey
Lived in.
Kick your shoes off and make yourself at home, place.
I am not OCD. Although there are times I’d love to be, if just for a weekend.
Who am I kidding, I’d implode.
Back to my weekends.
I am not the wild and crazy teenager, nor Grandma Moses.
I hope to be snuggled somewhere in the middle of the two.
Maybe I just need a recharge weekend to get ready for the next one.
The next one is my anniversary weekend.
So maybe those naps are just what I needed.
Its monday and I am once again thinking about all the things I should have done, I needed to do, while sipping my coffee.
To include buy more coffee…..
I’ll do that Saturday,
Between naps.
Today, I start working for the weekend.
Cheers ☕
Lorene
