Do any of you take yourselves on dates or set aside a “me” day every once in a while? (Loaded question: I know for a fact one of you does!) I’m thinking of doing the same thing.
I know, I know: You’re a housewife. You could sit on your ass all day watching TV and eating bonbons. (Weird thing is that Matt says that, too. Like it’s a viable option and he really doesn’t care. He’d better watch out or I might take him up on it.) But seriously, I can’t — and not just because we don’t have TV and I fear bonbons (and what they might do to my ass) like they are the devil’s own — but because I seem to be psychologically incapable of sitting on my ass all day. In the three years I have been an official hausfrau I’ve probably watched three movies while Matt was at work. And I don’t think I actually sat still through one of them. I’m usually jumping up every fifteen minutes to take cookies out of the oven or switch laundry. (Even when I’m blogging or doing Nanowrimo. Johnny leveled the gun at his sister’s face and watched her eyes widen. Slowly, painfully, he squeezed the trigger. Suddenly — BEEP BEEP BEEP “Oh, shit, the brownies are done!”)
It would be nice to be able to sit still. To devote five minutes straight to thinking about something totally egocentric and not housework-related. I have no idea why I’m so obsessed, anyway. This place doesn’t take that much work to run — there’s only the two of us, less than 1,000 square feet, and two bathrooms — and it’s not like Martha Stewart is coming by to grade me anytime soon.
Yesterday ended up being a total rollercoaster ride (culminating with Matt parked on the side of the highway in the dark with his flashers on and his driveline on his tailgate while I zipped hither and yon to fetch parts) but the mellow morning and afternoon hills were quite nice: I went for a walk for the first time in months, I ran into my folks at the thrift store, and while the cookies baked I watched a move Matt would have hated.** I was feeling pretty good about life even though the weather was dismal.
So I’m thinking of taking a day (or, more realistically, a half-day) to indulge myself once a week or once every other week. (Ideally, the day after bathroom cleaning day so I can have a super-hot soak with something fragrant — hey: a whole new impetus not to skip bathroom cleaning day!) I can get an artsy-fartsy movie from the library and paint my nails (thereby rendering myself absolutely useless for about an hour) or put my feet up on the back of the couch and drink cocoa and read. The earth will not tilt off its axis and I will be a happier person. (With much lovelier nails.)
What do you do for yourself and how often? How do you fit it into schedules and budgets and foodplans?
*Google “A date with your family” if you don’t get this joke. There are two versions of the film: one with the MST3K boys and one without. They are both an educational laugh riot.
**Vicky Cristina Barcelona. Matt doesn’t like Woody Allen movies and I’m sure he wouldn’t have cared to hear me ooh and ahh endlessly over Javier Bardem.