Boy, I was all full of good intentions when I took a couple extra days off: burn some vacation time and actually "relax" (yes, I have have to use quotes when I say that word.....you'll understand in a second).
I can relax when things I "should do" are out of my sight and out of my minds-eye. You know, it's hard to relax when there's dirty laundry or the lawn needs mowing. Because I really "should" take care of those things. I was all optimistic about my ability to stop shoulding on myself, maybe a little at a time. And I have had some moments of genuine chillaxment.
This past long weekend (Sat - Tues) was not one of those wonderful moments. It started out entirely innocent and turned into a chain of shizz I got done. I guess I always think I can relax later. On the bright side, my house looks good.
A morning in the backyard led me to do a little bit of tree pruning which led to full-on yard work, which led to clearing out the side of my house which led to erecting my gazebo tent. Geez, Heather, crazy much? It took all day and I have to admit not only a sense of accomplishment but amazement at how dirty I let myself get: dirty feet, leaves in the hair. It was a certain brand of awesome. The irony: I turned my gazebo into a little relaxation space:
Should Sunday have been a day of rest? Probably. But...you know how people on DIY TV always show how to upholster a headboard? I have always wanted to do that. And I already messed up my manicure so why the hell not?
It's hard to tell in the picture but it's tufted. Now my bedroom feels finished. All the more reason to sleep restfully (I hope). I have to admit that I feel pretty proud of myself on this one. I even used tongue-and-groove board to mount it on the wall. Yeah, check me out.
Monday: installed my blackout shades.
Tuesday: up at 3AM to clean up after a sick dog. My poor baby. I can't even get mad at him. Steam cleaned my carpet. With nose plugs on part of the time. Split a bottle of Gatorade with Jonas.
You know this latest DIY surge started a few weekends ago when I set up my mediation space/quiet room/guest room. Got it all put together and then decided that the wall color was so totally not peaceful (I'm a big proponent of picking a color palette for your home and sticking with it).
Ah, the irony. The space that is supposed to bring me calm wouldn't work until I painted it. Like I could hardly even sit in there because all I could think of is the wall color. Welcome to my brain.
When I bought the house, I used to do this kind of stuff every weekend. Lately, I have looked forward to the idea of relaxing and I am wondering if I am going to have to settle for an every-other-weekend relaxation schedule. Yeah, I jut said it...I need a relaxation schedule.