I often make plans for my day off, and they always sound like a good idea. Until my day off arrives.
This week, one of my off days fell on a Saturday. For the first time in weeks, my hubby and I would have an entire day together, and we were going to take full advantage of it!
With the closing of the house in sight, September 19th to be exact, we’d planned to finish hauling all of our “to be stored” stuff to our office building uptown. And we’d planned to clean up a bit for the bank appraiser and the termite inspector. And we planned to go through some cabinets and closets and purge TONS of stuff.
I started the day with a very foggy 7-mile run and then refueled with my favorite pancakes. While I cleaned toilets, Hubby brought the “to be stored” boxes up and loaded them into the van. I went with him to haul it all down to the basement of the office.
We spent the next couple of hours going through boxes and cabinets, and by 12 noon, we were done. Not done, as in we were done with all the closets and boxes. But done, as in we were done. Physically done. Mentally done.
We were lured outside by the cool temperatures, and sat on the deck amidst the scraps of wood that have been piled up for over a week.
Brilliant! We could start a fire in the pit, and “clean up” the deck! We grabbed some matches and a glass of wine and spent the next couple of hours monitoring the fire.
That is where Chip found us when he came home for his daily shower. (Yes, we are STILL his water buffalo.) He joined us for a picnic of tomato sandwiches before leaving for work.
So maybe we didn’t get done as much as I’d hoped. But our time on the deck was The. Best. We talked about our life in this house. We talked about our immediate future and the future to come after high school.
With as busy as it has been at the hotel, I needed this day. I feel rested and ready to go back to work.
And my NEXT day off, I will spend the WHOLE day cleaning and packing.