Life is all about balance. And this month has followed true to that. Two weeks ago, I got everything done. ALL the things! And just in time for the weekend, too. I figured I had earned some rest.
And that’s exactly what I got. A whole week of it.
This winter we have had a strange series of “colds” (for lack of a better name). For the most part, we have avoided stuffed sinuses, sore throats, upset stomachs, and instead were plagued with week-long bouts of nausea, tiredness, coughs, or runny noses. Nothing serious. So much so, that it’s hard to tell whether or not we’re actually sick. And if we were sick, were we contagious? I have no idea. But I was really tired last week, so I slept. And read. For 8 days.
And when I finally felt rested (does that mean I’m “better”?), my to do list was out of date. So I did nothing. Nothing all weekend. Before you say “good, you totally deserved that rest!” or “ooh, I bet that was wonderful and needed!” remember that life is about balance. And even though I’m enjoying a work hiatus right now, I still subjected myself the proper amount of guilt and shame for being a lazy-ass. Because if years of working in the consulting business has taught me anything, it’s that you should feel guilty about being sick and that laziness, even for a weekend, is shameful. (just think of all those hours you could have been making up for that sick time!)
By Sunday I felt I couldn’t get away with another read & rest during Max’s naptime, so I caught up on my feedly (blog feed), played games on my ipad (yes, I was THAT bored), finished my house chores, and still had enough time to sit around and annoy Chris until he started giving me tasks: design the built-in for the living room, pack the bag for an afternoon visit with friends, plan for dinner. Even moving at a lazy, glacial pace I quickly ran out of things to do. So I spackled the living room walls and watched Chris plaster the living room ceiling. And, still, Max happily slept in his room. Out of sheer boredom, and because I was getting annoyed with myself, I stomped loudly outside his bedroom door until he woke up. Oh good! Looks like it’s time to leave. We were in the car in less than 7 minutes (which is probably a record for us).
What a waste of a LONG naptime. Shameful, really. But I don’t handle boredom well. I’m so annoying I can’t be around myself. (that’s a character flaw, for sure)
The rest of the day went much better. We had a great time with our friends and their new-ish (4 mo old) twin babies. We visited the city (which we love and miss) AND we went to Whole Foods!!! Ok, fine. Judge away. But we LOVE Whole Foods. It smells nice. They have great food. They have SAMPLES of great food. And the cashiers are the friendliest people I have ever met. It’s also the place where we used to buy almost all of our groceries before we had a kid and were forced to budget. Oh, the happiness and freedom of our pre-baby lives, with all that local organic produce and those hot meals we used to eat the same day we cooked them. Sigh.
And now it’s Monday. I have a lot to do this week (I think?). And I want nothing to do with it. So I’m making a list of things I want/need to do this week. Listing is my way of being productive without the pressure of doing something. It’s active, useful, and great for planning. I make weekly “to do” lists in my best penmanship, add check boxes, and leave room for adding stuff later. Some weeks, I hardly have time for anything. But having the list as a point of reference gives me peace of mind and helps me stay on track.
How do you motivate yourself to start the week?