Except I couldn't take it yesterday. I laid there and I thought "I can't do this" --and I didn't. I shut the damn radio off and silenced that nutjob morning host for the moment. And I fluffed my pillow and turned over.
As I lay there, my heart pumped for the thrill of tossing it all to the wind for the day. It was a "snow day" of sorts, a personal day, a mental health day. Whatever you call it--I was playing hooky from work and I wasn't going in.
My heart pumped with joy while the beat reverberated in my head--oh, the things I was gonna do! (Well, after I slept in for a couple of hours.)
I could lay there and read my book. I could finally get through some of those Photoshop Elements tutorials. There were all those marching season photos to be uploaded to Snapfish. Oh, there were bills to be paid and shirts to be ironed---nah, hate that. There is the pool to join and laps to swim. I could run to the bank and stop by a little gift shop in town that I like. I could go shopping--no wait, had to pay tuition = no money. I could catch up on all my blog reading. I could finish that quilt in the closet. I could start a whole new quilt. I could.....I could.....
And all my plans for sleeping in for another hour or so died. I tossed and turned. I fluffed my pillow a cabillion times and took my covers off and put them back on a cazallion more times. Then Em's alarm went off and the cats got antsy for their food. Hobbes starting singing some cat song about going outside to see the birdies....
and I was forced to end my relaxation right then and there.
It was nice to have the day to myself, but I ended up not doing anything really fun, which was kinda sad. I paid bills, stripped the beds and did laundry. I read a little bit and then blog hopped for awhile. I logged onto my work email and answered a few things too. I let Hobbes in and out about 100 times and got the mail. It was all blah and nothing really fun--unlike the adventures of my mind those few hours beforehand.
And I sort of came to the conclusion.....
that playing hooky wasn't as much fun as it used to be. I think I need to work on this.
13 comments:
Well, good for you for emailing in, even if it wasn't as fun as you thought it'd be.
I think all organizations should allow one 'mental health' day a month. Wouldn't that be wonderful? No guilt about staying home when you are not really sick. You aren't afraid to go out and about in case someone from work sees you. Yup...if I was Captain of the World that is what I would decree.
Have a happy weekend Lin!
xo Catherine
You seem to have had all the elements of a "hookey" day in mind. What you lacked was a plan. Oh, making a plan is too much like work? ;-)
Yes but you did have a basically stress-free day...a little of this, a little of that - at your own pace, in your own time...kinda nice when you think about it.
Ah, the "vacation day" of a mom. You nailed it, definitely. Funny, I tried to "take a nap" yesterday (still recovering from the Cold From H-E-Double-Toothpicks), but all I could do was toss and turn. After 1/2 hour, I got up to work. Ugh.
You just need to relish doing nothing. It's an art.
BUT Hobbes was so so grateful for your extra attention and doorman duties!! See? For him it was a special day for a weekday! All thanks to you being there....
I forgot to say that I totally love that photo - someone clever needs to come up with a caption for it - classic!
it may not be like you remember but even a bad day of playing hookey is better than a good day at work :)
Hmn...so if today was a "practice hooky day" then I guess you need to take off Monday for your real Ferris Bueler day?
I think it would have worked out better if you had planned it out earlier, like the night before. That way you wouldn't even bother with an alarm and the stuff that needed attending too could be done prior to your "sick day".
I do that with "free" days too. They start out with big lists of important or fun projects and end up being sorting email files or washing the dishes.
That's so nice of Hobbes to cuddle up with you each morning. My Spunky actually sleeps with me most of the night and leaves around 4 a.m. Manny, my other cat, sleeps on top of the covers and leaves around 3 a.m. but comes back and whines for his breakfast around 4:30 a.m. He's a very reliable alarm clock.
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