Tuesday, February 16, 2010
When I was younger and I had a day off, I made the most of it. I was at the beach, or playing with friends or doing something in the park...anything but chores. Now when I have a day off (like today) I end up doing chores.
Don't get me wrong, I slept in, had a late lunch, read a book at my sisters coffee cart...but I also did chores. Here's the scary part, I actually kind of liked it. I mean it wasn't like anybody was telling me to do the chores, I just decided it was time I finally rake all those leaves up from last fall. Then, since I was already dirty, I got the mower out.
It felt good to get that stuff done. See I'm what doctors refer to as a "procrastinator". I don't know why, I just am...always have been. It's a terrible feeling having something hang over your head like that (like a term paper or something) but man does it feel good to get it done.
Kind of like Spring Break, but instead of wet T-shirt contests and buckets of beer at The Office...I have a clean backyard.