The lost weekend recap
I just finished mowing and weed whacking and generally beating back our yard. And now, as a reward for all of my efforts, I get to sit and revel in the glory of a full-blown allergy attack. Claritin, you may take the edge off when a stray dust mote tickles my nose, but boy do you cower in a dark corner when I face the allergin demons head-on.
Yesterday was a really bad day. I've felt complete and utter exhaustion nipping at my heels for that past few weeks, and yesterday it finally caught up with me. One thing that didn't help was we didn't really break up the monotony of our weekday routine over the weekend. We had plans to go to an amusement park, but saw that the forecast predicted rain, so we decided to do something we've wanted to do for a long time: repaint the backroom. We spent the rest of the cloudless, perfect day getting supplies and shuffling furniture around. Henry and I gave Dave and break in the morning, heading out to the local park, then Sherwin-Williams, then the grocery store. Same thing we do most days during the week. Then we scrounged up some lunch, Henry took a nap, I read, then we had dinner. The next day we primed the walls, scrounged up some lunch, Henry took a nap, I painted and read, then we had dinner. I never realized how important it is to shake up that routine until Monday, when I was utterly wiped out and facing five days of the same untll Saturday. It was completely demoralizing. By naptime yesterday afternoon, the list of things I wanted to do during those three hours had been whittled down to "at least pay the bills". After that, I lay down on the couch for a bit and the next thing I knew it was 4:30, three hours and fifteen minutes after Henry had gone down for a nap. I didn't hear him fussing, so I rolled over and closed my eyes again, this time opening them at 5:05. It took all of my willpower to get up off the couch. I think if I'd had my way, I would've stayed there until this morning.
Lessons I've learned: go to the amusement park despite what the local forecast says, because really, what do they know anyway? Also, painting the back room is no substitute for aforementioned amusement park trip, despite how great it now looks; be a little more creative about finding other things to do.