But maybe I imagined that.
I did have Veteran's Day off. I think that's great, and hey! I had the day off. I had a few happy moments, thinking of the fun things that I could do.
What did I do?
I did not sleep late.
I did not get a mani or a pedi.
I did not get a massage.
I did not go shopping.
I did not go see a movie.
I did not have a date to meet my husband somewhere fun.
I did not treat myself to a nice lunch at a fancy restaurant.
I did not go for a walk.
I would have liked to do some of those things. Except the mani/pedi. I still don't have toenails, and my fingernails are still not quite long enough.
Instead, I got Zane ready and dropped him off at school. I came back home to find out that my dog Maisy had somehow retrieved the family-sized tub of butter off of a counter. She ate all of it. Since yesterday she somehow climbed on top of the table and ate a giant dark chocolate bar, this necessitated a phone call to the vet.
I did have a date with the plumber, who showed up to fix the leaking garbage disposal. I did do five loads of laundry. I did vacuum. I did wash some dishes. I did carry out the recycling. I did pick up toys and clothes and found several missing socks. I gathered up the items needed for soccer practice and put them on a chair.
And I had a nap.
Mom stuff. I used to get mad about having to do all these chores on my day off. But over the last year I've developed a new appreciation for routine tasks. It felt pretty good to do normal things in my own house. I'm getting my strength, and my stamina back after cancer. It's something to be grateful for, even if they are chores.
The next day off will involve a massage, though.
Go visit Kat Bouska, and her Writer's Workshop! The prompt I chose was:
1. You have a day off, what do you do with your free time?