It’s not often that I take a day off from work. Recently it feels like I’m neglecting everything in my personal life. Laundry takes the back burner until the last minute, I don’t dust as often as I’d want to, cooking has become a necessity and hurried rather than a joy, the cats don’t get their weekly brushings, and until recently my car hadn’t been cleaned in months. While those are little examples, they’re part of a larger epidemic of me neglecting my own life.
I have two glorious days off this week – today and tomorrow. And today is very special indeed. It’s our third wedding anniversary. So instead of waking up, hurrying to chug down coffee and spend thirty minutes of the total of 4 hours I usually get with my husband, I got to sleep in late, have the Man make me breakfast, open cards from loved ones, and we actually went to the movies. THE MOVIES! A LUXURY!
It’s not the romantic anniversary that most people would plan, but I had such a good day that I’m having trouble coming down from the high. And it wasn’t totally devoid of romance. And the flowers I was given didn’t hurt either.
So thank you, my dearest. Three years down, many more to go.