My Lazy Day

On Sunday, I woke up and all I wanted to do was stay in bed, do very little, and read. My husband was working and I guess that I felt a little guilty—being unemployed is a strange place for me and I don’t know how to totally enjoy it. So, I thought, Well if he’s working, I should be doing something as well. But what…

I decided to take the dog for a 4 mile walk. I figured doing that one chore that is totally mine would make me feel less guilty. We walked the East Beach and up the dunes and back along the River. It was lovely. When I got back home, puppy was happy and I was ready for lunch.

After lunch the guilt returned and I thought…I better at least vacuum. I didn’t want to, but thought that I should. So I got up off my duff to do just that. Just getting up was inspiring…I ended up taking all the recyclables out. I even picked up the poo in the back garden (that's the "back yard" in Scottish-speak). So far, so proud. All the time Milton (the dog) was dancing around. As long as he was outside, I figured I would bring out the counter-top compost container and empty it in the garden container. Then I went back inside to vacuum.

Gosh, was I just a household maven. I plugged the vacuum into the dining room outlet and got started. As I was moving through the room I realized there were muddy bits following me around. NO WAY. It wasn’t mud at all. Apparently, in the time it took me to throw away the poo in the garden and go inside to get the compost, the dog had poo’d again (unbeknowst to me) and now I tracked it throughout the kitchen and the dining room. Now I had to clean the kitchen floor, scrub the carpet, hose off my shoes, and vacuum again.

And after letting the dog back in, I watched in horror as HE tracked brown stuff through the kitchen. It turned out to be mud, but the process had to begin again! Wipe, wash, vacuum.

By the time my husband got home, I was exhausted and remarkably guilt-free about being lazy.