Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Taking a Mental Health Day

I take about one day a year for just me. I planned it for two weeks. I was going to catch up
on reading , maybe squeeze some writing in, then starting dinner a littler early. Yeah, Right!

I planned on Tuesday. My daughter was off from school and my sister informed me that she had also taken the day off. Before long, my husband said " why don't you meet me for lunch?" What was supposed to be a day of waking when I wanted, enjoying a pot of coffee, checking my favorite blogs and catching up on 150 page work for one writer, 15 chapters for another, writing an essay for the sister who is taking courses towards a degree, yet feels it fun to give me a week's notice to help, and maybe, just maybe getting to some of my own writing, soon turned into the following.

Daughter: Mom, I'm having my aunt come over first thing. She's bringing me a bagel for breakfast.

Sister: We could do some more packing at my house. I still have so many things still in boxes that I need to store. Then we can all meet for lunch with your husband.
Mind you, I am still driving around with much of her belongings in my car from my last trip to help her pack. Threatening to open the trunk and letting it all slide out only brings laughter from her..

Sister shows up at 10:30, daughter has breakfast. I get one cup of coffee.
Off we go, unpack boxes and repack into totes. I must say the day was interesting. My nephew and great nephew played outdoors while my daughter, my sister and myself did the unpacking/packing shuffle. There were a few humorous moments, like when I found six condoms , flavored Love Liquid and such packed in a box. I tossed them over to my sister and said " wonder if these have expired?"
My daughter just rolled her eyes.
My sister laughed because she inspired the "Nothing Sacred" post.

At 1:15 it was time to finish up and drop my great nephew off to my other sister and then meet my husband for lunch. After lunch I was going home to start dinner and do some baking. My sister decided she would bring over her "stuff" and bake with me. Don't get me wrong, it would be a stretch to say she is a baker.

Patty, when you read this, know that I love you.. but let's face it. I still laugh when I imagine your finished product.

I arrive home, it's 3:00. So much for a relaxing day off.
I started preparing dinner then went on to start my baking. Sister showed up with her ingredients, we fought for oven time and had a cocktail while we waited and laughed hard when hers were finished. She thought she would be creative and try making apple turnovers. She purchased Filo Pastry Sheets and proceeded to make unique shapes. Let's just say they did provide much needed laughter.

By the time I finished making dinner and cleaning up, it was 7:00 pm and I accomlished nothing I had planned.

Next year, when I take my one mental health day, I am telling no one and will check into a hotel for the day. Somehow, I know one of them will track me down.. I just know it


Destiny said...

The day was very found some of your books you lent me over 4 moves ago. We also left some cinnamon lubricant for the ass I bought a house with to find.

As far as my baking...well that was interesting. My pieces of what looked like burnt paper towel didn't taste so bad..LOL

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