I am reaching the end of my week off of the bike. Granted, I have still logged in about 25 miles in group rides that I have had to lead. But still, for me this week has been all about relaxing, sleeping, and doing dishes, laundry, cleaning my apartment...!?! Wait a sec? This was supposed to be a week off. No waking up earlier than I had to, no staying up later than I wanted to, no standing for prolonged periods of time outside of work. What the heck happened.
It turns out, when you live on your own and take care of yourself and your home, you are working all the freaking time. I always thought that the adults (mature adults with houses, pets, kids, and significant others) where complaining about nothing when I would ask how their day off was. Alas, it is not so.
There is one upside to this. As I sit here typing this entry, I can smell fresh cracked pepper, rosemary, and olive oil wafting from my kitchen as I bake chicken and make some Alfredo. At least I still have time to sit back, read a book, drink my glass of white, and soak in the smell.
Too bad I will need to do dishes again in the morning.
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My dad came into town today, had to get rid of the piles of pizza boxes... place just doesn't feel like home right now.
ReplyDeleteSometimes Joel and I don't want to make dinner because of the dishes. Glad we have a dishwasher now!
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh, I feel the same way! I get home from work, and that takes a LONG time, and once I'm here, it's so hot and humid that I just look at the dirty living room rug and the dirty dishes and don't want to do anything but watch Frasier. Yes, this is not how I expected adulthood.
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