I’m taking tomorrow for myself. A day I’ve planned to splurge on some new clothes for work, some new plant babies, and some ice cream.

So that makes today my day to earn that reward. That includes cleaning the house top to bottom, doing laundry and washing all of the sheets and blankets, and organizing closets and anything else that needs a bit of tidying. I’m exhausted just lining it out, even more so after watching the puppy tinkle on the floor I just mopped. …she was outside for an hour 🙄.

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t built to think I have to work so hard to not feel guilty about enjoying simple pleasures, but I honestly don’t mind the work put forth to balance out the work and play. I say that but I already know the 1pm me will be completely different than the 9am me. She will not be on board for any of it because she’ll be tired, bored, and easily distracted. So much motivation and starry eyed dedication leading to made up cuss words and chucking shit out of the way to give the illusion of organization and progress as the goal switches to reaching that “Eh, that’s good enough” status…a status I feel like this whole week will touch on a lot as I make the transition back to working.

Added to tomorrow’s simple pleasures is buying a lottery ticket as a hopeful movie of what could be plays in my already overworked head.