Time to relax, with a big cold one.
About 3 months ago the weekend really didn’t mean that much to me. You see, I stay at home taking care of my daughter. Even though she is 25 years old, I am listed as her caretaker. Lauren has a form of MD, so she still isn’t as strong as she used to be before her heart transplant. As a caregiver for Lauren, the weekends don’t mean anything to me. That part of my life is the same no matter what day it is.
But, now this is a big but, the weekends do mean, take some time for myself. Couple of months ago, my husband blatantly told me I am entitled to enjoy the weekends. He has been telling me this for a while, but I finally listened to him. In that content, to me it means….no laundry, no yard work, no mopping the floors, no ironing, anything that I can get done during the week when he is at work, so on the weekend we can relax together. It was hard at the beginning, but I put a schedule together on certain days, all the choir are to be done.
I can honestly say, I am not the type of person who knows how to relax. I always have to be doing something. I always felt guilty if I was just chilling out. I had to learn, I’m entitled to relax just like everyone else.
So, I learned how to do this. Now I can sit by the pool with my husband, or watch a movie on a lazy Saturday.
With that being said
Enjoy your WEEKEND