So I just plopped down on my couch at the end of a long day, and for the first time in a week, I don’t feel guilty about doing so. Why?
My mom left today. Took a 5:30 flight out of Hartsfield Jackson and here I sit in the normal 9pm semi-vegetative state, trying to give my loyal readers a bit more than a quick blurb about my latest creation while half-paying attention to one of my favorite childhood movies, Labyrinth.
So anyways, back to the guilty bit. My mother has an uncanny ability to make me feel awful when I decide to sit on my arse and kick up my feet. Just to clarify, I’m not a lazy person. Quite the opposite actually. But there’s some thing very unnerving about trying to relax while your mother, who has been neatening and cleaning all day long, is still energizer bunnying it up…. On her vacation no less.
She sees it as helping, and I won’t disagree with her. But it borders on OCD, which runs in the family. Thankfully (I think) it skipped a generation for yours truly.
So here I sit, doing my best potato impression. And thoroughly enjoying it. Tomorrow’s a new day. I’ll be heading down to At The Collective to drop off a bunch of wearable art! At The Collective Nighty night. Bed bugs bite. 😉