I'm about to do something I've never done before in my life. It is 3:15 in the afternoon and as soon as my husband gets home, I am going to put on my flannel pajamas, get into bed and watch a Netflix movie that's waiting for me. Then I will get up, warm up some luscious homemade potato soup leftover from yesterday for our simple dinner tonight, do the dishes and get back into bed to read until I feel like falling asleep.
You've been subjected to me yammering about learning how to relax and be a little kinder/gentler with myself. I'm trying, I'm really trying. So now even though the Christmas decorations are STILL up (and giving me the Evil Eye every time I look at them), the tree is disintegrating into a pile of needles on the floor, and the house needs a good (really good) cleaning, I'm not gonna do it today.
I spent the morning running errands, driving 20 miles down the road (and back) to get the zipper fixed on my warmest winter coat (so that I can actually WEAR it again), fluffing off having lunch with a friend, and picking up ordered books and audio tapes from the library.
The temperature today hasn't gone over 9 degrees above zero, it's been snowing lightly for most of the day, I'm feeling a little chilly (whoops, guess the stove does need some more wood) and my body really, really wants to curl up in bed and watch a mindless chick flick.
So why do I have to wait for my husband to get home to avail myself of this wonderful sounding relaxation and laziness? Well, as he just got ready to go up to the farm to get fresh dairy products for us, I told him what I planned on doing as soon as he returned. He said, "Why wait until I get back? Do it right now."
I told him that sure as shootin', if I was here by myself and got into my pajamas, somebody would stop in to visit. The one time I have EVER gotten into my pajamas in the afternoon, I just KNOW someone would catch me at it.
I may be making a little bit of progress in learning how to slow down and be lazy, but I am not yet able to do it with a guilt-free conscience, and feeling I wouldn't have to justify it to someone who caught me at it.
Oh, cwap! I'm in my own home, I'm not doing anything illegal or immoral, I'm RETIRED for Pete's sake! Maybe I'm not making any progress at all!