As with any good project with sloth as its central theme, I have only gotten around to documenting my Twelve Days of Christmas today, on its third day. With carefully put-together personal days and vacation days, I made it so that I won’t have to work again until 2014 – a full 12 days of lounging.
My goals for this staycation project are:
Do fun things with the kids
Try new things
And, for one “grown-up” goal: Get the house liveable by clearing away clutter in the basement and spare bedroom.
So, how am I doing?
Well, so far so good on the writing. Except last night I was in a quasi-sleep mode and had this awful sleep/wake moment of certainty that my writing would all amount to naught. Argh. Too much rest might turn out to be a bad thing. But at least I’m writing my perfectly mediocre, never-to-be-successful words on a regular basis.
Memorable things with the kids: Check. I’ve squeezed in at least one session of one-on-one time with each of them every day. I always think quality time needs to be something spectacular, like trapeze lessons or something. Then they always remind me that an hour of video games or a movie does just as much.
Try new things: ummm… no. Because I am kind of a conservative at heart. I bought sliced chipotle gouda and that’s about as adventurous as I get (verdict: yuck). I think I may be rethinking the “try new things” goal for these twelve days of Christmas of mine. I have a massage scheduled for later in the week at a spa I’ve never been before, and that may be all the innovation I can muster.
Meditate daily: yes! So far so good on that. Am I a more relaxed human? No. But at least I’m facing the mountain of wrapping still left to do with zen detachment.
Grown-up goal: Well… I’ve taken the cardboard recycling out to the front porch… does that count? God, I hate drudgery.