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By the time this weekend rolled around I was seriously overdue for some downtime. I’ve been keeping the flu at bay for a couple of weeks (it’s doing the rounds at work), so for ages I’ve been feeling just slightly under the weather. I’ve been lethargic, a little headachey, thirsty all the time and cranky! Really, just ask Tim.
The thing is, I didn’t really have any time in my schedule for doing nothing! I was going to do SO MANY THINGS over the past 48 hours that would have helped me to kick next week’s butt. I was going to have five different packages all boxed up and ready to mail, I was going to have the World’s Cleanest House and begin my week with bright nails and perfectly shaped eyebrows.
Instead, one of the five packages is ready to mail. Two more of them are almost ready to go, and the other two? Well, Mum and Dad might be receiving gift cards for their respective birthday and Fathers Day presents this year. My nailpolish is chipped and my eyebrows and I haven’t really had any alone time.
It’s all a bit unlike me, but there was an overriding theme to this weekend, and it was Look: Stop Doing All Of The Things, Or You’ll Die.
So on Friday night I put myself to bed before the sun had even set. I slept for about 13 hours, and for the first time in two weeks I woke up feeling refreshed! It was a sensation that was almost completely foreign to me, which maybe suggests that I have been burning the candle at both ends lately.
I still got a bunch of stuff done this weekend, but it didn’t feel like hard work. I went to my super fun art class and brought home something resembling an apple. I got my laundry up to date, and picked up a few things around the house. I took a moment to acknowledge that our house is actually in pretty good shape, and that it doesn’t necessarily need to be spotless in order for the repair guy to do his thing on Monday. I roasted two chickens for lunches this week, and installed a new commenting system on this blog. All things that will make life better (I hope!) even if they weren’t on the grand list of must-dos.
As a result, this weekend actually felt like it was two days long. There are times when I find myself back at work on Monday having felt as though I’d only been there the day before. This was different, and it’s good.
Of course, we can put money on the fact that at least one member of this household is going to have a case of The Mondays when my alarm goes off tomorrow. You have never seen a sadder creature than the dog who has had his people home for two days and knows that they are going to work for the next five.
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Hey – if you have a minute to spare I would really appreciate your help in testing my new commenting system. I have just installed Disqus, and although I’ve read mixed reports I think it’s going to work well for my little blog! You can still leave a comment as a guest – no signing up or any of that rubbish. Please do your best to break it so that I can see if I’ve made the right decision!
