I was recently considering the fact that it's a bit wearing that I don't normally get two days off in a row from work. I have an assistant who takes one day at the store for me in the middle of the week, and I have Sundays off, but to not have two days off in a row means when I am home I have to decide between getting something done or enjoying myself, but not really both because time is limited.
Working outside the home means the house kind of slips into disorder while I'm gone, and my "days off" end up being cleaning and errand days. Unless I decide to use that time to write or do something fun with the kids, but then I have to make a conscious decision to let the house remain a pit. Two days off in a row means one day to clean and another to relax, but that hasn't happened in a long time.
For Memorial Day Weekend it was tempting to get a lot of house and yard work done and then just enjoy that whole Monday off. But instead it sounded better to simply flee all of it and go to the cottage. The house could be a pit by itself where I wouldn't have to look at it, and the cottage is easy to clean because there is so much less of it.I love the cottage. I've been missing my grandma a lot lately, and I feel like she's with me when we're in her cottage again. She would have been so happy to know we still use it.
