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Why Relax When There's A To-Do List?

Yesterday I got an email that my Saturday morning Zumba class was canceled this week while our instructor heals (heels?) from a foot injury.

My first thought was, "Awesome! I can sleep in this Saturday!" but then thoughts drifted to, "Well, if I get up at the time I normally would for class I could clean the bathroom, fold that load of towels, get the kitchen cleaned up, and then I could get Matt up so we can hit a few stores for stuff we need. Oh yeah! The walkways will DEFINITELY need to be shoveled again!"

I don't know what will actually happen tomorrow morning and chances are my body will say, "Screw your to-do list, I'm staying in this bed until the dogs jump all over me!"

I guess I feel guilty because when I've come home from work most nights this week, I've done nothing but sit on the couch watching TV or sit in front of my computer catching up on blogs. No energy or ambition. I had some on Sunday and Monday, but it was that fleeting. Hopefully, I'll get some good sleep tonight and feel ready to go tomorrow.

UPDATE: It's kind of backwards but I spontaneously decided to take the afternoon off from work so I can take care of some of the stuff I was going to have to do tomorrow. But the bonus is that it should allow me to sleep in without guilt.


princess slea said…
when it's cold - it's VERY hard for me to be motivated to do anything (that doesn't involve sitting under a blanket).

good for you getting the stuff done today. sleep in tomorrow and stay warm.
Allie said…
I have the HARDEST time relaxing on the weekends! I feel guilty if I'm not cleaning or running errands or whatever, and it totally needs to stop. Good for you for clearing the decks so you can rest! It's important!

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