Today was very busy. I made breakfast, washed two loads of clothes, cleaned the foyer, dusted a bit, separated gifts, folded clothes, cleaned kitchen, turned around to dirty dishes with making lunch, drove my daughter to meet a friend to see a play, made a real estate stop, came home and started making dinner, folded more clothes, cleaned up dinner, drove out to pick up daughter, shopped, bought my son shoes, played family game night, and now I sit at my computer listening to the last load of clothes tossing in washer. I’m tired. Every year it’s the same thing…promises I make to myself….”I’m going to lay in bed and watch this movie or that movie…I’m going to sew an apron for so-n-so, I’m going to bake those cookies I clipped out of the magazine, I’m going to watch the Christmas tree lights at night and chill out”….
Yeah, right. That never happens. I never have a moment to enjoy any of the decorations it seems to take me all day to put up. I never get to bake cookies and get sick off the dough. I’m too busy. And before you know it, Christmas is over. Those moments have passed, and the decorations are all put away. But when do you stop? When do you not care if the dishes are piled up next to the sink, and just go in and enjoy a bubble bath and paint your toes while wrapped in your fuzzy pink robe? Will I be too old when the day comes? Ever notice all the sports cars, I mean the truly vintage, nice sports cars are driven by old people? That’s because it takes that long to afford one, I suppose. I don’t know…maybe you appreciate more things at an older age.
My sister gets on me to ‘burn the candle’, ‘use the nice sheets’, and ‘open the tasty bottle of wine’. I’m famous for keeping things until I can enjoy them. But when is that? Why are they still in the closet, not getting used?
Reflection moment over. I’ve got to go put some clothes in the dryer. 🙂
