Come Monday morning, I always feel like I should have some sort of list of accomplishments or fun things to report. Here is how I spent my two days off, universe! Part of that is sheer justification for my inevitable Monday-morning tiredness. I shouldn’t be tired if I didn’t do anything, right? I also have this idea that I need to squeeze every bit of enjoyment and productivity out of my non-working time as possible; however, when I manage to schedule myself to the teeth during Saturday and Sunday, I am a mere pulp of a person on Monday, and a grumpy one, at that. But at least I have my list of things to explain my fatigue …
Looking back, this weekend does not elicit definite bullet points of accomplishment or excitement. I’d have very little say in my weekly grandma note if Valentine’s Day weren’t on the horizon. I struggle to identify firm highlights. I cleaned the stove, so there’s that. No, I didn’t get to the inside of the oven — I am not some kind of superhero. JG and I sped through a big grocery run in less than 25 minutes. I renewed my license and managed to have a photograph taken where I do not look 12 years old, even though my neck looks unfortunately squat and thick. We rented The Dark Knight to try out the Blu-Ray player, and I cringed behind a pillow through the majority of it. I delivered a meal to a family at our church whose newborn daughter has heart problems. JG made chicken parmesan for dinner. I lent two books to a friend.
That was about it.
I feel disoriented. On one hand, I’m puzzled as to how I filled two days with that. Surely I could have made some progress on a volleyball scarf or cooked a bulk food item for the freezer. Why didn’t I take a nap? It boggles the mind.
On the other hand, I am actually alert and productive this morning, which is equally unnerving. Is this what an empty-ish weekend does to a person? Well, I’ll be darned. I should try this more often.
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Dark Knight freaked me right out. I wouldn’t see it again; I’m a wimp.
I spent most of Sunday on my couch, watching The Breakfast Club, Runaway Bride, Martian Child and HGTV. I even took a nap. Today? I feel awesome. Perhaps a slug day is what I needed to recharge the batteries.
You crammed in about three weekends worth of stuff, by my standards. This weekend I… uh… got my eyebrows waxed, went to yoga, and put some baking soda on the carpet.
haha, that is also how i spent my time watching “the dark night.” i continue to cringe anytime i see a sharpened pencil. ugh. *shiver* i do know what you mean about weekends, though. i always, always feel as though i have to get EVERYTHING EVER done over the weekend, and that, um, never happens. maybe if i expected less i wouldn’t dread sunday night so much?
My weekend consisted of homework and college basketball. THRILLING!
Love weekends like that!
We had a very lengthy discussion on Sunday about what it means to take an actual Day of Rest. That hasn’t been a priority with us but as the next few months promise to be harried and overwhelming, we realize we need to start doing that.
It’s difficult to squeeze all of our to-dos in on Saturday though, but I hear you – coming off a weekend with not much to report makes me feel even more lazy than usual!
Too true, RA. On Monday when people ask if I had a good weekend I’m always like umm… sure? I don’t even remember it, a few hours later.
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