My Day Off

I need to do a better job making room in my life for....well, for my life.

I don't do Sabbath well. I think we've already discussed that here on this blog.

I don't do "a day off" well, either. My boss called me out on that this week. Let me say that any job where your boss pushes you hard to "please, just take a day off! I mean it!" is a pretty good job.

There are a lot of issues here, for sure. I let my work define me. I actually do, quite simply, have a lot to do, and it's hard to get it done in 40 hours. I work flexible time, so often it seems like I'm always working, when in fact, I'm...well....okay....

I also have control issues, like I think the world will stop if I stop.

Oddly enough, in the middle of all this I sometimes have trouble returning phone calls and keeping up with messages. Work is sometimes in the eye of the beholder, I guess; I'll get to the end of the day and say, "Finally, I'm done!" and realize the next day that I let fifteen people languish because they expected some communication from me.

Oops.

I am rambling, because it's 1:00 AM and I am supposed to be talking about my day off.

I took one. Lounged around the house for most of the morning with my husband. Went to lunch with my husband, which included great conversation. Visited a music store with my husband and found out what a small, small world it is, after all; the store owner is from the same county I lived in back in Ohio.

Came home, had to work. Too many unexpected things popping up for the weekend that could not wait.

Took my youngest son for a haircut. Went to Target. Saw my eldest son march in a home football game. Came home and watched a movie (Shooter with Mark Wahlberg, who does a fine job capping off a day of rest for me) with my husband. Ate Ben & Jerry's for dinner (Chocolate Fudge Brownie). Snuggled with my daughters.

My day off. It's over.