For the third time in a row, and third time in the last 2 weeks, I spent my entire day off doing nothing…absolutely nothing. It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the fact that…
- I’ve got a mountain of overdue to-do’s, ranging from filing overdue tax returns to finishing an Ikea desk that’s been 75% done for a month now;
- I’m waaay behind on the volunteer work I do with the PTA at my kids’ school, not having done even the ‘welcome back’ email that was supposed to go out to all new and returning parents…when school started a month ago;
- This is only the latest in a string of predictable, preventable wasted days that have left me exhausted, ashamed and angry at myself.
It’s this last point that really has me bothered. Every time I have a day off – lately anyway – I get sucked into the same, self-destructive, self-loathing routine. And after 8 hours of ‘just resting for another hour” I don’t feel the least bit relaxed, rested or rewarded. I spend literally the entire day lying on the couch only to feel utterly hopeless.
I know what you’re thinking…I’m being lazy, I should stop feeling sorry for myself, I should just snap out of it and get to work.
Believe me, I agree. Maybe next time will be different…HA!
Raising My Crazy 