On Our Way To Crazy

I love lazy weekends.

And by lazy, I mean LAZY. Sleep-until-eleven-don’t-shower-until-three-don’t-leave-the-house-until-five lazy. That’s the best kind of lazy, I always say. The kind you’re slightly embarrassed to tell your more motivated friends about.

I’ve never been the kind of person who HAS to be busy. I try to keep my life relatively low-key. I don’t take on more than I can handle, I don’t overbook myself, I don’t say yes just because I feel like it’s the right thing to do. I’ve never had a problem sleeping in or having an entirely unproductive day. It keeps me sane.

So when I was telling a friend from home that my Saturday consisted of reading The Devil Wears Prada in it’s entirety before going to see a matinee of Little Miss Sunshine, eating an excellent greek dinner and smoking Aaron at Pop Culture Trivial Pursuit while drinking wine, I thought I was describing pretty much a perfect day. So I was a little surprised when she responded with, “How do you DO that? I can’t have a day where I don’t get SOMETHING done.”

My first instinct was to feel bad… maybe I should have gotten something done. Why don’t I feel the drive to accomplish all the time? Instead, I decided to feel bad for her. I DID get something done. I relaxed. I enjoyed myself and my husband. I shut out the demands of the rest of the world and concentrated on me and on us. And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.

(Note: Because I know you all, much like my sister Chelsea, have been dying, DYING to know how I feel about the SYTYCD finals, I’ll tell you. They were awesome. Even though my prediction was incorrect (which still shocks me), the whole show was awesome. I loved seeing all the best dances redone and watching Travis and Benji dance together again and Donyelle crying. It’s possible that I cried. Possible. Two thumbs up overall… the only thing that would make it better would be an announcement of a tour date somewhere remotely close to me so I can see it in person. No I am not kidding.)