I don’t know if I have lazy days.
I have exhaustion. I am always hauling ass either at work or at home (most of the time both). Typically this leads me to pass out mid conversation with my husband as we discuss of favorite moments on the D&D podcast we listen to. Yes, we listen to podcasts during work, or while driving, and catch up on them usually over dinner because we have to set aside “date nights” to do so much as watch a movie together. And why do we have this conversations over dinner? If we have it any other time, I’m going to fall asleep.
There are also the days I dead weight it and say “I don’t want to!” This is why dryers have timed cycles to re-fluff clothes. I could fold the laundry. I can also re-fluff later. It’s the most difficult when I have a “dead weight” day at work. That project that you don’t want to work on at all but you have to because a due date is looming and you’re out of excuses on waiting for information. Yeah, I power though those days as best I can and before you know it I’m back to the above paragraph.
So, what is it like to be lazy? I haven’t the slightest. My husband and I are always on the move and our kids are the same. I can’t think of a time recently where I did something lazy. Something truly self indulgent that wouldn’t be considered taking a rest or a break. Even in the coming weeks, I have a day off the kids and my husband don’t. You know what I am going to do? Clean the fuck out of the house. I do this every year and I remember cleaning last year specifically because I fell. Hard and on my ass. I was moving bedding from upstairs to the laundry room downstairs. This is when Elsa and her polyester fabric Disney crap sheets started sliding all over the place. I stepped on a corner and thump thump thump thump all the way down the stairs.
My husbands response was, “Are you alright?” and “It’s your day off! Why are you cleaning?”
Because, when you have a busy life like we do, you take advantage of the time you have to get shit done.
Then, how do I have a lazy day? How do I make that happen? How do I have a day where I do what I want, guilt free, and self indulge more than, “Tonight, I’m totally going to play Mario Kart.”
I’m sure there will be a day in my life where I can afford lazy days to dream up what the perfect one would look like. However, at the time of this writing, any dream of mine for a lazy day is in a shoe box and buried in the backyard.