I was in a rut for a few days after the holiday break. I took time off from work starting two days before Christmas and came back to work two days after New Year’s Day. Ten days of no work commitment and obligation to other people outside the home.
I had imagined all the things (a bunch of STUFF!) that I was gonna get done, but those ten days passed by, and I barely did jack shit. I don’t know what the heck happened. The kids at home, also off from school, didn’t help at all. Actually, I would’ve felt more productive if I had worked during those days instead!
I don’t know if I did anything fruitful. I just hung out with the kids a lot and lazed around. Well, wait. I did do some laundry and folded them right after. But the clothes are sitting on top of our baby piano (the perfect counter space), still waiting to be put away. I also fed the kids every day, kept them safe and clean. They were happy little buddies. We also spent Christmas Day at my aunt and uncle’s house, where there was so much good Filipino eating with my cousins and their kids. The house was filled with loud belly laughs over stupid jokes and incredibly challenging drinking games! Best fun I’ve had in ages.
And we all got used to sleeping later than usual, and I went overboard most nights and stayed up a couple of hours past midnight. Then my husband let me sleep in, and it was awesome!
But that’s what ruined me.
The first Monday of January came around, and it was SO hard to go to bed at a sane time. And oh such hell to get up in time to get the kids to school in the morning. I was frantic, disengaged, overwhelmed. The worst part was my anger at myself. Why did I waste all my time off? Why didn’t I use that time to accomplish something significant?
But then maybe I did. I see now how much I needed that rest. Not just physically but mentally as well. I let go of the need to get anything done. It felt good to relax and be unbounded by scheduled responsibilities.
Being lame was good for me.
This post was created with Typeshare
