Where does all the time go???

Here's to getting stuff done...

I am not really sure how or why, but I seem to get way more stuff done after work during the week than on the weekends. No clue why- I don't spend all weekend drinking (well, not usually) or working (anymore) so where does the time go? My PS2 is broken, I don't travel all that much, and I'm not into parties and all day social event.

So what the HELL do I do all weekend???

During the week I get home around 4:30 and I go to bed by 10 pm (I have a 4am alarm). I clean, cook (sometimes), sew, bead, quilt, paint, sculpt, and/or read during the afternoons. Granted, this is all done in front of the television (my constant companion) but it gets done! I even go through bills and match receipts to charges a couple of time a month.

So, why can't I do this on the weekend???

I'm going to have to keep a journal for this upcoming weekend to figure out where all my time is going. My guess is sleeping or napping- but I can ever remember spending THAT much wasted time in bed asleep!

MIA- the week of bedrest...

This past week has been absolutely miserable. Last weekend I went out to Coronation for Amtgard and had a great time. I even felt like being social and participating in a belly dancing class… which led to a week of misery. Anyone who has actually met me will understand the issue- I have no hips. Or rather, my gut and my butt are the same size as my hips. So, isolating the hips for a presumably seductive dance led me to over compensate and throw my hips WAY over my center of gravity and resulted in a sprained lower back and nerve pinching all down my leg.

I tried to go to work last Monday. I lasted 3 hours before I had to go home, writhing in pain. I’ve spent the last week in bed and in pain. I have a new love of my job- simply because it gets me out of the house and away from the television. It’s horrible- if I’m laying in bed I can’t put in tapes or DVD’s (getting up was excruciatingly painful and bending down to the TV cabinet was out of the question. I couldn’t read because it hurt to sit up and I can’t read on my back (arms get too tired).

So I spent a mind numbingly boring week at home. I really feel as though I’ve lost some IQ points because of this. Sure, a marathon of America’s Next Top Model sounds like fun- until you end up watching 6 hours of Tyra Banks… Same thing with my beloved judge shows…

So I am back at work armed with pain pills, muscle relaxers, and a back brace.

I’ve definitely learned my lesson- people shaped like soup cans shouldn’t belly dance.