I don’t really think there is such a thing as bad time. Time is just… time, neither good nor evil. It’s the one thing you truly can never make more of. That being the case you’d think we’d all use our time a little more wisely than we tend to.
When I was staring into this long, blank slate of a weekend (a very rare thing in my life) I really wasn’t sure what to do with so much empty time. My main goal was to get out of bed every day and to avoid wallowing.
Must avoid that dark abyss!
Mostly I managed surprisingly well. I did have a moment Saturday evening, sitting on my couch in my pajamas, where I teetered on the edge. Luckily I thought to make a list. I grabbed an old envelope and on one side wrote “Ways to Waste Time” and then on the other wrote “How can I use this time to make life better? ”
Turns out the second list grew longer than I anticipated. There were a lot of things I could and should be doing. So I got off the couch, showered, & went out for beer with a friend.
Sunday morning I rolled out of bed and engaged in being productive.
First there was this:
I finally got around to using the Kitchen Aid mixer my mom gave me months ago, the same one I used to make hundreds of dozens of chocolate chip cookies with throughout my childhood. (I’ve always baked when I’m bored.) Also I tapped into the excess of old bananas in my freezer. Win win.
Then there was some (boring) cleaning up and washing dishes.
And then there was this:
Having meals in my freezer makes a huge difference in my crazy busy weeks with my kids. So. yeah. productivity.
Along with the topless pot pies (they’re better if you add the biscuit topping when you cook them) and banana bread for the old freezer I baked and casseroled some sweet potatoes. I’m not sure that counts as making life easier though since I’m the only person in my household who will eat sweet potatoes even when they’re topped with brown sugar, butter, and pecans. Weird isn’t it?
After the baking, picking up a couple shifts at work, and some low level socialization it was finally…FINALLY Monday. And finally time for my kids to come back to me. And all was right in the world. (For three whole days.)