My kitchen, which has been in the process of being renovated since around the same time toast was invented, is getting nearer completion. But still isn’t complete.
If someone had told me 10 months ago when I started this that I’d still have an unfinished kitchen in February of 2014, I would have shot them in the eye. Because clearly that person would have had some sort of inoperable brain tumour that was clouding their thinking. Poor soul. Bang, bang.
It’s been a longgggg year full of endless unpleasant surprises. The neverending kitchen renovation, the fella ran away, I had to take on a lot of extra jobs to make more money and at one point during my renovation I had to pee in a bucket. Plus a cutworm killed all my corn on the cob plants.
I’m over everything and feeling good, but I really haven’t felt nice and calm and relaxed for almost a year.
So I thought I should just forget the kitchen, forget the mess, forget all the responsibilities I think I have and do something FUN for myself. My sister with the pink tool belt suggested taking badminton with her and I’m considering that. My sister that only watches movies with dead people in them suggested I move to Italy to blog. Um …
Then a couple of weeks ago a few of my readers suggested I might benefit from a spa day. Just take some time off and go visit a spa.
Now, I’m not really a spa kind of girl because I’m so hyper. I can’t stand the thought of sitting and relaxing and getting my nails done. But maybe that’s the problem. Maybe I’m nuts. Maybe going to a spa is EXACTLY what I need because it’s exactly what I think I don’t need. You can’t trust someone who doesn’t know how to relax to make a decision about how to relax. We’ll always pick the wrong thing.
If given the choice between a massage and digging their own swimming pool the unrelaxer will go with the swimming pool every time. Anything that involves a jackhammer will always win.
Knowing I can’t be trusted with my own judgement, I decided to go with the judgement of you the readers and check myself into a spa. And then I changed my mind. I’m really just not a spa girl.
However, the basic premise of your advice I did take. I just need to sit down and relax for a minute.
Don’t worry. Betty’s paying.
Pink toolbelt girl skipped badminton for it …
And the other decided she could skip a few Jimmy Stewart movies for a while.
Betty, both my sisters and I am in Thailand for two weeks. It took 24 hours to fly here.
I’ll be posting sporadically over the next 2 weeks (see above paragraph on how I can’t be trusted with making the right decision when it comes to relaxing) about our adventures in Thailand.
Now if you’ll excuse me I see a massage table with my name on it.