Big Plans That Never Happen on Days Off

You know what I'm talking about.  All that stuff you say you're going to do, or catch up on, or start on your next days off.  And there it sits, the unpainted room, the unsorted closet, the unbathed dog, the car thingy you were going to install- all  pleasantly delayed by the lure of that big shiny thing in your living room or the oh so snuggly curve that fits your body in the mattress.
And all those big plans that didn't happen don't get a second thought until the last few hours of your last day off and then we pick up the guilt and carry it into Monday or whatever day is back to work.

Well, the hell with it.  Why should we torture ourselves by assigning ourselves unreasonable tasks to be done when we least feel like it?  It's nonsense I say.  Self-defeating, guilt-inflicting nonsense to which we should all say no more!  If we haven't made fitness a daily part of our lives, it's very unlikely to be a weekend thing.  Those things count and need attending.  But I'm talking about the ridiculous projects - umhhh...like putting up the Christmas lights, that can just wait and be tacked on to the end of a workday when we're not particularly tired.

Days off are precious gems of time meant to be enjoyed.  Meant to let us unwind and dream and let go of the hostility we may have built up all week being around our crazy co-workers or bosses. Meant to go outside and realize that hey- the leaves are turning- just like they did when we were kids and we thought it was uber cool to carry home a bunch and just look at them or press them between sheets of waxed paper.  Yeah, the mutt stinks, but it's a familiar stink and you love him anyway.  Give him a treat and a day off too.  Take him with you, outside.

I, like many of you, had big plans for these Thanksgiving holidays.  I was going to get all the Christmas decorating done, bake a new dish, start a new family tradition, etc. etc.  Instead, like many, I lined up this morning for the Pillsbury Crescent rolls, the pies already made and toyed with the idea of frying the turkey to save time. (Halfway through the store we abandoned that idea and left the turkey fryer and oil sitting in the middle of the store where someone would see it. Yeah- I know that's bad and not something I usually do - but it's my day off and the garden department is waaaay back on the other side of the store!

And so I folded to mass production and saved myself some time.  Besides, if you put enough tasty whipped cream on pie they all taste good.  Here's wishing all my readers peaceful, restful days off.