When is the last time you came home from work (or school, or a weekend off, or whatever) and allowed yourself to forget about unpacking, doing the dishes, picking up 48375 "necessities" from Target, and decide to just lay in bed and watch mindless television for six hours?
For me, it was Sunday. After a crazy wedding weekend and the hangover from hell, I came home wanting my bed and my dog. And for once, I allowed myself nothing but.
I whipped up some veggie rotini pasta with pizza sauce because after cooking the pasta for 15 minutes I came to find that neither I nor my roommate had actual pasta sauce. It was edible, but just barely. I plopped myself securely underneath my IKEA duvet with a tall glass of water and bottle of Gatorade, and I watched The Hills on Hulu for six hours. Yes, I'm moderately embarrassed. But do I regret it? Not one single second.
Around this time of year, I feel like there's a lot of pressure to be hustling around - wrapping gifts, decorating trees, baking cookies, going to holiday parties. And let's get real, I enjoy that pressure. In fact, I plan on wrapping presents and baking cookies and running errands tonight. But Sunday was the first time in a long, long, long time that I looked at my long list and said, "Ya know what? Not ta-day."
And the world did not end.