Lazy Saturday

The plan for today was to enjoy a gloriously Lazy Saturday, and although I achieved that, I had the added bonuses of a headache and nausea.

We slept until nine, which is totally unheard of around here. Jim and I both had a mentally intense week and the exhaustion won out over our typically early body clocks. I woke up feeling pretty awful but pushed through (typical!) and made breakfast anyway, watched some television, and made oatmeal raisin cookies. Then I took Jim’s recliner over, grabbed two blankets, and slept off and on for an hour while half-watching reruns of “The Office”.

My body doesn’t like intentional slow-downs. My body doesn’t like being lazy. I’m accustomed to living life at full throttle, and a lazy day off feels bizarre. Almost every single time, my body rebels. I almost always have a couple of sickly days after a conference or after Chicago’s LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER show, when I’m trying to be a little lazy for a change. Relaxing feels foreign to me; doing one thing at a time doesn’t feel right. I usually don’t even watch TV without doing something at the same time. I know this isn’t normal behavior; trust me, I annoy myself. (My friends will vouch for me on that because I tell them all the time how annoying I am.) I know all of this means I need to weave more off-time into my days, to MAKE it feel normal, but that’s hard for me. Today I’m promising myself–again–that I’ll try harder.

At any rate, headache and nausea notwithstanding, I really have enjoyed today. I’m going to try it again tomorrow, right after I come home from my 9:45 workout. Two days of nothing in a row? I can’t remember the last time that happened. Progress.

NaBloPoMo 2015


  • Leigh Ann

    We are so opposite. We do activities for the kids like gymnastics and soccer, and I often have things like writers group or lunch dates. But I cannot stand to have something every day. I don’t have the mental energy to gogogo, and that translates to my physical energy. A few weeks ago I had plans ever day from Wednesday to Saturday, and I thought I was going to die.