Ever since I started the academy, and even a little before because of field-training, I haven't had any real time to myself. I've had time by myself, but not time where I felt comfortable just doing nothing. Every weekend when I come home, it feels like all of the unfinished house projects are just suffocating me. It's like I can hear my house accusing me of not working on it, even though I've been making an effort to at least do something each weekend. Some of them I haven't written about yet, but I really have been busy. Unless I'm doing something, I feel incredibly guilty, and as a result, I don't really have any days off. Shayne and I do have a trip to the Smoky Mountains coming up soon, but I'm really feeling like I need some time for me.
So... I'm thinking about going camping on Lake Michigan for a night. I'd like to stay all weekend, but I have some prior commitments on Sunday that I need to honor. The thing is, I already feel guilty for even thinking about not staying home. My house is an evil slave-driver...
But who wouldn't rather spend a day somewhere like this?
So despite the guilt, I suppose my mind is already made up. For now.
1 comment:
It's not you that's whiny -- it's your house.
Oooooooh, you should be WORKING on me! Paint me! I want more paint! Other houses have their paint all done! It's not FAIR! When do I get MY paint?!?
The house needs to learn to sleep through the night and to cry itself out. Go camping!
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