I can't believe my two weeks off are already over. Granted, it was the holiday season and exceptionally busy, plus an unanticipated emergency room trip. (I feel better now, thanks!) But I don't feel rested. I'm beginning to wonder if I just have an inability to relax now - even on the weekends when I have time to sleep in, I still wake up around 6 or 7am. Last night MoBob and I went to bed at 7pm. Is that crazy? It wasn't even for any marital canoodling; we both read until we conked out. Even getting through 90% of my to-do list wasn't as satisfying as I'd thought, as my mind whirls around with yet more things to do, none of which necessarily contribute to any of my big goals.
I've been flipping through my copy of Home Comforts by Cheryl Mendelson. Surprisingly, she recommends against doing a daily load of laundry, which is what we do. (One of us puts in a load before going to bed, and then transfers it to the dryer in the morning. Whoever gets home first puts everything away. Items that tend to wrinkle get hung up to dry.) I'd rather do this than spend several hours of precious weekend time doing multiple loads. But Mendelson suggests that it's better to have one or two laundry days per week, otherwise it never feels like it's done. Too true - but at least I never have to worry about another underwear crisis.