Lazy Bailey's lazy day

 

A very sweet friend sent me a surprise in the mail this week. I came home from my Thanksgiving vacation and saw a padded envelope, wondering if I ordered something online and had forgotten. Nope! Instead, it was a journal with 300 writing prompts inside, several of which were tabbed by my sweet friend with post-it notes. Adorable, right?

 

Well I thought I'd kick off using this journal by...

 

not writing in it! (But instead typing my answer here).

 

The first prompt is:

 

What is your favorite way to spend a lazy day?

 

So, without further ado, I will answer said question. Ready, steady, here we go!

 

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Well, I will begin by saying I am a true American and a true Protestant with a work ethic, in the sense that I don't remember the last time I had a fully lazy day.

 

Except maybe two weeks ago when I was sick as a dog in bed.

 

But other than that I find it hard to spend an entire day doing nothing productive without feeling guilty or, more likely, down. All that said, however, I'm pretty dang lazy, as laziness goes.

 

So I'll answer the question this way: if I had tomorrow off work, what would I do (or not do)?

 

Number one, I would sleep. I probably wouldn't sleep much past 8:30 or 9, just because I'm used to getting up for work, but this doesn't bother me. I don't mind getting up early, even on weekends. But I wouldn't set an alarm; I would wake up naturally.

 

Then, after rising slowly, flipping through Instagram and Facebook, and smooching all over the sleepy cat, I would make coffee.

 

I would then promptly bring the coffee back to bed, and fire up the computer, where I would peruse Facebook some more, check emails, listen to Pandora, and then probably watch Felicity or some other show I have purchased online.

 

After super saturating myself in screen time and subsequently feeling restless/grumpy/and/or/lazy, I would finally get up and start cleaning. Clean what, you ask? Well, my friends, the goal is always to clean

 

EVERYTHING.

 

This is my ENFP, all-or-nothing personality and I can't help it. I know every single time that I can't clean everything, yet I try to clean everything nonetheless.

 

I've gotten a liiiiiittle better at trying to focus on one area (say, clear all my books and electronics and such off my bed, strip the streets, re-make the bed and say "Ahhhhh"), reminding myself that I will feel better even if one shelf is truly organized or the bathroom is extra sparkly, versus working for hours and hours here and there and everywhere and then finding the room doesn't actually look or feel much better than the state in which it began.

 

I've also gotten better at forcing myself to eat lunch (and, ideally, leave the house) around noon. I've learned that if I don't eat and I just bustle bustle bustle, eventually I will become all grumble grumble grumble.

 

Which brings us to our next activity.

 

I would then either heat up some frozen vegetables from home or (more likely) go to Panera and eat mac and cheese and drink iced tea. I would arrive at Panera with my computer, several books (both regular and coloring), headphones, a journal, and receipts to match up to my online banking, because I am like a first time parent who brings anything and everything to entertain her child except that I am more the baby than the guardian in that I need such constant entertainment.

 

After eating, dinking around on Facebook, checking my phone for Insta updates, replying to texts and maaaaaaybe hammering out a blog post, I would refill my iced tea and get back in my car.

 

Then I would drive back home and either:

 

Go on a huge long walk (after taking nearly an hour to get into exercise clothes, charge up the iPod, and put on sunscreen)

 

Queue up a TV show or movie for more screen time

 

Read

 

Stitch

 

Clean

 

Ad nauseum repeat until Alex would finally call me and see how my day is going and I would grumble about being isolated and not having gotten anything done OR! I would hyperly blab to him about how I organized that one shelf and went to Panera (at which point he would say WHY? and I would tell him what I always tell him which is that I get writing done there and they don't bother me to leave my seat so until that stops being true I will keep going back) and then he would ask me if I want to meet him somewhere and if he said a) meet me for happy hour at our favorite spot, I would dot some blush on my face and dab deodorant on my pits and head out the door and if he said b) meet me at some social gathering, I would more slowly dot some blush on my face and dab deodorant on my pits because I would think that I don't want to go to this group social gathering because I've been alone all day and therefore I am irritably restless but I would also know that I need to get out and socialize to cure the irritable restlessness.

 

And then that would conclude the lazy day at home, because as I warned you in the beginning I am too extroverted and too America-wired to truly be lazy all day AND all night.

 

Annnnnnnd, scene.

 

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So in conclusion, I like to spend my lazy days alone (until I can't take it anymore) and at home (until I can't take it anymore) and doing a combo of relaxing and getting things done.

 

What about you? What's your favorite way to spend a lazy day?