Here's what I've experienced in the past week:
- Friday: attended my girl Juliette's bachelorette party. (SO much fun, but damn dude, I'm still hungover. I think I might never drink again. I always say that after a hangover, but I might actually mean it this time. At the very least I need some serious time off.)
- Saturday: hungover drive from Melbourne to Tampa. AND I stopped at Ikea because I'm apparently a masochist.
- Sunday: eh? I think I repotted some plants, but I can't be sure. Oh, I hung an Ikea Dyning canopy over our patio. I'm less than thrilled. Maybe I'll post about it soon.
- Monday: attended Juliette's wedding. SO beautiful, so much fun.
- Tuesday: work from 9:00 a.m. to 10:30 p.m.
- Wednesday: work from 8:45 a.m.to 2:30 a.m. Oof.
And today is Thursday, which really isn't fair if you think about it. I'm so tired.
But! The weekend! It's almost around the corner. I can kinda see it out of the corner of my eye! And I love it already! Come here, little weekend, let's cuddle.
But the thing is, I have a problem with weekends. Weekends make me happy and excited before they happen, apathetic during, and sad after. I suffer from grandiose visions paired with general laziness and low self-expectations, which naturally leads to self-loathing for failing to achieve all I really want to achieve.
Also? I am no good at having fun on weekends. I really don't like going anywhere because that would require me to shower and look like an adult human. I don't like shopping on the weekends because everyone shops on weekends and everything is so busy. Brunch makes me a little anxious. Ordinarily I would want to grab a beer with my honey, but like I said, I'm not in a drinking place right now, so... nope. I think my problem stems from the idea that "having fun" means "leaving the house," but I don't so much like to "leave the house" when I don't have to because it involves showering and getting dressed, so really all I want to do is stay home, but staying home doesn't = "having fun" but instead = "doing nothing" and "being a lazy asshole" and if I'm home, shouldn't I just be working on some project anyway? I'm both weirdly hard on myself and incredibly self-indulgent. I'm an enigma wrapped in a lazy mystery.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm not sure if it's just a problem managing expectations or what, but I need a weekend intervention. So I'm intervening myself.
My friend Autumn said that she likes to split her weekends 50-50: 50% work, 50% leisure. So this weekend, I'm going to fastidiously implement that plan. Due to the tendency to under-book my weekends, I'm going to try a slight over-booking, with the knowledge that I will be okay pairing it back a teense.
- clean the house (non-negotiable)
- spray paint patio set (again) (weather permitting)
- overhaul the backyard (weather permitting)
- post furniture to sell on craigslist (weather permitting) (just kidding)
- refinish furniture that I just bought on craigslist, including
buildingplanning? a base for my new campaign dresser!
- donate clothes that I purged during my KonMari method experience
- iron/steam clothes
- Go see a movie?
- Saturday cooking dinner/dance party with Brian
- Beach? Eh?
- Something crafty?
- Sleep? Lots of it?
- Binge watch something? Maybe while doing a craft?
See, I told you I was no good at having fun on weekends. I am so lame. Seriously, though, what do you do for fun on the weekend? Does brunch ever make you anxious or is it just me?