It’s Sunday night and I am writing this post from bed. Nothing really unusual as it’s ridiculously cold outside and my bed is cozy and warm. I lounged in my jammies all day (see attached pic) and had no intention of showering or getting dressed to leave the house.
so what is the big deal?
The trouble is, I have been in bed almost all day, save doing 4 loads of laundry, cooking (well heating up old pizza) for Sam and picking up the kitchen. Neither Sam nor I had anything pressing so he played PS3 most of the day while I watched the entire second season of Breaking Bad on Netflix (thanks Andy for getting me hooked on that one).
Talk about unproductive! Reno saw a high of about 19 degrees Fahrenheit (-7 for those of you in the rest of the world that prefer Celsius). I considered skiing with Sam for a whole 5 seconds as I imagined turning into a human Popsicle on the chairlift. Walking the dog (almost no fur) was also a no-go.
The Spinbike is sitting untouched for the past few days in my fortress of solitude. It would have meant, changing out of jammie pants and into bike shorts and shoes. After riding I would get all sweaty and be forced to shower. This would make a serious dent in my lazy jammie jam. Too much effort.
I have a big vacation planned the end of February, so I don’t want to spend money needlessly. Unless it’s for food or other needed supplies, shopping needs to wait for another time. Wow! You know it’s serious when I don’t try to justify shopping .
why feel guilty?
Why do I feel the intense need to be productive? Am I living up to the world’s expectations while sipping on a hot mug of detox tea in bed while watching 13 episodes of Breaking Bad? Should jammie jam’s be confined to when I am sick? Does anyone even care if I am up or in bed? The questions and the guilt keep rolling out effortlessly.
Meals consisted chiefly of chocolate chip cookie dough until I finally decided to ditch the remainder in the trash. Do the calories count when I sneak the stolen cookie dough into bed while no one is looking? After expending very little energy today, I casually munched a salad for dinner and headed back to bed (shocker I know) to write.
It is getting late and will soon be time for sleep. Tomorrow I must awake at 6:00am in order to shower, do my hair, get Sam up and moving, etc. The time for jammie jams is almost gone. There are still 2 seasons of Breaking Bad for me to catch up on. Dare I watch one more episode before falling asleep?
Do you feel guilty when you accomplish nothing? Do you luxuriate regularly in your jammies, while postponing the inevitable chores? After all, the laundry can’t do itself and will have to wait for the next episode to end. Share your thoughts and stories about your most memorable jammie jam.