I feel a little better now. I took a day off. Not just of work, but from everything short of taking care of my daughter. I am still in my pajamas and it’s damn near 5pm. Yup. Today, I am lazy. I took a 3 hour nap 2 hours after waking up. I haven’t showered yet (what? I’m staying in my Pj’s as long as I can so why bother until later?). My living room looks like a barbie house exploded (which it very well may have) and now? I’m sitting online while my daughter naps. I deserve it.
I am ridiculously proud that I managed to take a day off.
My days off of work usually consist of obnoxious amounts of cleaning, playing outside and errand running. Usually by The Short One’s bedtime, I am so worn out that I don’t want to do much besides lay around and think of the things I could’ve done with my day off. Even on my “easy” days I can’t just sit by and look at a mess. I still feel a great need to cook a huge breakfast/lunch (guess what, Noodle just had marshmallow cereal this morning). Oh yeah.
So today, every time I started to binge clean, I had to mentally punch myself in the gut. I stayed home from work today to give myself a break and let my body rest. Not to scrub my bathroom floor. For the first time in a long time, I’m putting things off. I’m not doing anything remotely productive today unless you count watching Chowder sprawled out on the couch with a huge glass of chocolate milk.
I don’t feel AS sick as this morning, but if I can remind myself to take it easy and deal with the constant whirlwind of stress that my life has become, one moment at a time, I may be able to help my body into remission.
*raises chocolate milk*
So here’s to laziness, even if it’s just one day!