Post Vacay Denial
There are a couple of problems with going away for a week long vacation. A week is long enough to settle into a new routine (though it’s well known that it takes two full weeks to make it a habit. Thank goodness we weren’t away for two whole weeks; that would spell disaster for our regular routine.) I got used to: a) not making dinner every night; b) reading for more than 15 minutes at a time–I actually finished three books in one week! I haven’t done that for years; c) knitting while watching back to back episodes of cooking shows; and d) having someone else entertain the boys while I did a lot of b and c.
Seriously, while I was away, I kept thinking about how little I was getting done and I even spent several consecutive minutes each day staring out of the window at the ocean. I had this vague feeling at times that I should maybe do something more active such as take a walk on the beach, but one step outdoors into the wall of heat and humidity squashed that feeling pretty instantaneously. So I just sat back down on the sofa and picked up my book again. (Have you read The Tiger’s Wife? It’s a good one…one of those you keep thinking about in the back of your mind for days after you read it.)
After a week of that, you’d think I would be tired of sitting around, but surprisingly, I am not. Oh, I got a little laundry done and we are mostly unpacked and all, but I have to admit, I am having some motivation problems. I keep waiting for someone to tell me what we are doing for dinner. While I wait, I think I might go take a nap. That should help a lot, don’t you think?