Today I didn’t do jackshit. And it was good.
I woke up at 8AM, headed to the bathroom and got back in the bed. I rolled over on my left side and scrolled through my twitter feed. I texted with a friend who had a really good date the night before. My husband came in to give me a good morning kiss and hop in the shower. Saturdays he gets his hair cut at 9AMish or so. He dressed and rolled out.
I sat upon my bed pillow and cut on the TV. I opened up my Chromebook to mess around on FB. I read the statuses of folks running around doing errands, working out, hauling kids here and there, and generally being productive. Yeah, no.
I fell back asleep.
I woke up when Myron came back home. He brought lunch home.
We ate, watched multiple episodes of Too Cute on Animal Planet. My cell rang. I went upstairs and cackled with my homegirl for an hour or so. Myron took a nap.
I got off the phone, came back downstairs, assumed my place on the short end of the sectional, and promptly fell back asleep. When I woke up it was dark. Myron had started dinner. I got up and did some laundry. He played Madden on the Xbox.
Then I started typing this blog. Now we’re watching videos on YouTube on the big TV.
I used to feel a bit guilty about not doing much on the weekends sometimes. Especially when it seems like everyone so busy, so over-scheduled, ripping and running around. Now I don’t. It was one of those Saturdays. And you need one like this every now and then.
Sometimes more than now and then.