I am sitting at my kitchen table. Laptop open in front of me. And I gaze out the window. Watching the trees blowing in the wind. Those are some really tall trees. And some rather big gusts. More and more leaves come down to be added to the ginormous pile in the yard.
I'd rather sit here and watch the wind than do the things on my list. Like balance my check book. Or re-schedule doctor's appointments. Or add up all the volunteer hours. Which I need to do before the PTA meeting tomorrow.
I am even avoiding blogging. Because I have nothing to say. Nothing to report. No strange tales of kitties disconnecting cords from my TV.
I have no pictures to show. No tales of woe. No tales of wonder. It's just an ordinary day. A day that I continue to procrastinate my chores. Like putting away laundry. Going to the bank. And even Christmas shopping.
Does this count as me time? As I sit here staring mindlessly out the window? It couldn't possibly. Procrastination isn't me time.
I would love to wander around a book store. And pick out books that I want to read. I would love to go to a movie that is not animated. And not share my popcorn. I would like to go shopping. Without a child asking me how much longer.
But. I have my list to procrastinate. And here I sit. I suppose that I could make make a little me time here in my living room. Make myself a turkey sandwich. A hand full of grapes. And finish my book. That list will still be there when I am done.
And now. I want you to have a little "me" time. Tell me what you would do with three hours to yourself. Out of the house. AND with a hundred dollars to spend. On you.
Theme song: Sarah McLachlan - Possession. Cause the wind is blowing in her song. And I'd like to possess myself some ME time.