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My Week of PTO, Part 1

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Monday, Day 1:

I awoke early out of habit.  Every woman knows the vacation doesn’t start until you’re alone in the house.

Bubba:  Maybe I should take the day off.
Me:  No, you have to go to work.
Bubba:  You don’t want me to stay home with you?
Me:  You’ve been home with me all weekend.  You go get ready for work.

I had no idea how much goes on here between the time I leave for work and the time he leaves for work.  There are power drinks, moving of furniture, setting aside of animals . . . and then the workout videos come on.  There is grunting, and panting, and a lot of testosterone build-up.

I spent this time dividing my life into 8 segments on a pad of legal paper:

Personal
Finance
Physical Health
Home
Recreation
Family
Career
Mental Health

This gives me guideline for goal setting, something I’m not very good at.  There is one area I have deliberately decided to avoid; career.  I’m on vacation, for crying out loud!  Even though this would be a great time to update my resume and LinkedIn profile, I just don’t feel the need to wreck my whole week by thinking about work for one minute.

With this in mind, I made a list longer than I could accomplish in a month of Sundays, and set out to chip away at it.  My car was in getting some work done ($500 worth), so I began puttering around the house.

Puttering is something I am practicing just in case I retire before I die.  The following items were checked off my list:

  • Fix Bed Caster
  • Make Oat Bran Muffins
  • Move the Fake Plant
  • Make an XBox Profile
  • Steam Clean the Couch
  • Watch the Netflix Movie I’ve had for two months.
  • Tear the Bed Apart and Wash the Bedskirt, Mattress Pad, and Freshen the Pillows
  • 30 Minutes of Yoga

You may or may not be aware that I am working on the transition to some natural cleaning products.  This requires some experimentation.  I have decided that I like vinegar for cleaning the kitchen floor, shining faucets, and possibly as a fabric softener when sprayed on a damp washcloth and thrown in with the load.  However, I have to be extremely careful around Bubba’s things.  He has a twitchy nose.  I was very careful not to use vinegar on any of his things in the laundry.  And yet, this conversation took place at bedtime:

Bubba:  (Sniffing)
Me:  What?  What are you smelling?
Bubba:  (Sniffing the blankets, then the pillows, then the mattress)
Me:  (Defensively)  What?  What is wrong?
Bubba:  (Crawling across bed to sniff me)
Me:  I didn’t wash anything you’re sniffing.  What do you smell?
Bubba:  I smell vinegar.
Me:  OK, I didn’t wash anything you’re sniffing with vinegar.
Bubba:  Ok.  (Sniffing the blankets)
Me:  WHAT?  I don’t smell anything!  Go to sleep!