I always look towards my days off as an endless expanse of time in which all my goals can be accomplished. Even if in small doses. Then these days arrive and I am met with a very different experience.
I am met with much decompressing.
I set out to spend at least an hour a day writing. Instead I just mull over the current scene.
Maybe I’ll get some dishes done and clean up one of the many chaos piles around the house. I usually end up pouring a cup of coffee and let it get cold while I zone out on a game on my phone.
I definitely want to get about 20 minutes of exercise in because it makes me feel better and my life easier. But the five knitting projects I have going keep me from drinking hot coffee while snug on the couch.
I have gotten better at making magical things happen. So I do have days where some dishes and that pile get cleaned and I stretch. Or I make four doctors appointments and pay a bill. Or I open my laptop and get a few paragraphs on the page.
Mostly, I’m learning to keep hoping and planning for busy days off, but to accept that enjoying an empty house and doing nothing is a successful day too.
Because when everyone gets home, it’s always chaos. And I love it. Now, where’d I put my coffee?
The Accidental Domestic Goddess 