I wanted to blog today, but my mind can’t settle on a topic. I don’t feel settled. I’m sure it’s just finding my new routine.I have three full days off per week but none are consecutive, and I think that is a harder transition that I realise.
The great thing is that two of those days are weekdays. As someone who had generally worked 8-4, Monday – Friday do you know how exciting it is to be able to go to a bank or post office – and not have to plan your Saturday morning around racing to places that are only open for a few hours?
Or being able to call your electricity provider account team and ask them why they did an estimate when you literally saw the meter reader at the box? Ok, that’s not exciting, and it’s a call I have later on today, but still, it’s actually being available to do it that’s novel to me right now. And I am actually dreading it – I’ve never had a good experience with their call centre staff.
Second rudest company I’ve ever called. Rudest was an old ISP I had who refused to help me until I agreed to their request to door knocked my street asking for a spare modem to test an issue. I refused, because that was stupid.
Can you relax when the things you have to get done haven’t been done? Even though I have three full days off per week, I’ve been busy with interviews to try & get another job to fill the other days of my week & bring my income back to full time, or I’ve had to take Ben to see his doctor, or just *something* on every single day for the past few weeks.
I woke up antsy and blah at the thought of spending my one ACTUAL day off this week catching up on stuff. I know they’re small things but I just wanted to stamp my feet & say NO! NOT ADULTING TODAY!
So I packed a bag with the two books I’m reading at the moment, my notepad & diary. I made a tea & defrosted some banana bread & ran away to the beach. Which, because I live in an awesome place, means picking which beach I feel like today & driving as far as 2km. I know. Tough life.
As nice as the beach was, I didn’t feel relaxed. Because all the Adulting I had to do hasn’t been done yet. It’s nice & I do feel better, but I don’t feel relaxed.
So by the time you’ll be reading this, I will be at home, getting my Adulting done. Then maybe the relaxing will come.
How do you feel about Adulting today?
18 Replies to “Not Adulting Today”
I hear you! I am not doing much Adulting today either. Sometimes I just feel too tired to do any of those stupid annoying little jobs. So sometimes I just don’t do them. I feel incredibly guilty the next day though, but at least I had a mini break 🙂
I need to learn to ignore that guilt over the small things so that I can enjoy the days off.
Urrgh, being an adult sucks sometimes. Child-me skipped her pilates class to do some blogging this morning…Adult-me has to get up and clean the house and run errands, damn it!
Gah, I think I’ve just about forgotten what ‘not adulting’ felt like. The best feeling is sitting down when the kids are asleep and the housework is (mostly) done and losing myself in writing. That’s when I get to be not-adulting. I definitely know what you mean. (thanks for linking with #TeamIBOT).
I hope you get some regular not-adulting time.
Love that term adulting. Don’t much like adulting much though.
It came to me on a whim 🙂
I know what you mean about having time during the week to get things done. I generally have Fridays free so I can run around and do all those things that can’t be done on weekends. By the way, that beach break (a midday
staycation, perhaps?) looks so lovely.
Midday staycation, I love it!
More often than not I’d choose to run away to the beach too! Oh for the days of my youth!
I have to live walking distance to the beach otherwise I have no where to escape life to haha.
Two many beaches is a good problem to have. 🙂
I hope you got your adulting done eventually.
It’s one of my favourite problems 🙂 I did get my adulating done, much to my own disgust haha.
There are so many days at the moment where I don’t feel like ‘adulting’.
There’s nothing I’d like better at the moment to disappear to the beach with books and a notebook!
Adulting is so overrated.
ZOMG I AM SO JEALOUS OF YOUR 2KM TO THE BEACH-NESS.
If I go to the closest beach, it’s more like 500m. Sorry 😉