Ferris Bueller was wrong.
Leisure is no fun, apparently.
I am on holiday. Misterpie left the house in the morning, and I thought, Oh, good, I have a whole day where I can do NOTHING. No pressure to take part in productive activities, no company, nothing. Yippee.
So I went to the coffee shop after dropping off my girl, went toy shopping, ate lunch and watched a tv show, read a bit... and then got bored. It seems I don't just sit around very well - I only managed to putter for a few hours. I get, I dunno, fidgety. I start contemplating the long lists of things I could or should be doing.
Now I'll be honest, my house has been driving me nuts, but I've been too tired to do anything about it, and to carry on with the honesty, I hate housework and haven't minded having a feasible excuse (like a tendency to pass out at 9:00) to avoid it. But. Here I am, sitting there being all twitchy about what I should start with because clearly I can't just sit still any longer. Housework? Bah. What might seem like progress, but be more fun?
Why, tossing the remaining lath from the reno over the side of the deck, picking it up at the bottom, and loading it into garbage cans to take out to the bin, of course. Duh. And it's true, that appeals to me way more than cleaning the bathroom or tidying the living room, I must admit. So there I went. (And for those of you who feel inclined to tell me I shouldn't be doing this stuff, I add: lath is very lightweight, and I was being aware to stop when I felt like I was getting warm and to drink lots. I may want to keep doing fun reno stuff, but I'm not being foolish about it, don't worry!) And I feel waaaay better now.
The only problem was, I started out feeling pleased at the prospect of doing nothing, then moved on to feeling pleased with myself for tackling something that needed doing, and I think I enjoy reno projects even more for knowing they aren't something that just everyone takes on, so I feel spunky, too. Except then? When I started moving the bins to the back to load up the lath? I discovered that they were crawling with spiders. seriously, dozens of them.
Now, I didn't stop what I was doing because of them, because, quite frankly, I could not have lived with myself if I did. But I did find myself grabbing two short pieces of lath to wedge under the rim of the top can to lift it out of the bottom one, so that I didn't have to get my hands anywhere near them. And once I'd filled them, there was no way I was even going to test them for weight to see if hauling them back was a possibility. Nope, instead, I loaded them up and left them there for Misterpie to move, making the convenient assumption that they would be too heavy. And I felt like a total puss for that, but still, figured I had pushed my spider envelope enough for one day and still got some work done.
So. Easily bored? Yes. Productive? Yes. Spunky? Maybe not so much.
Labels: house and home