Today, for a change of pace, I binge-watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer instead of Fringe, another series I enjoy which isn't child appropriate. And I did it after sleeping for almost 10 hours, uninterrupted.
I got out my cross-stitch and my writing and enjoyed a quiet day to myself.
I admit I did take some responsibility (and breaks) to deal with laundry and grocery shopping. I find I don't have the stamina for marathon TV anymore. A little alarm goes off somewhere around the 3rd hour, anxiously asking me if I should be doing something else.
To be fair, I've always multitasked with TV. I'll work on crafts or something else which occupies my hands. I once watched the entire 12 hours of the extended Lord of the Rings trilogy in one sitting while sewing Halloween costumes for the boys. I find it helps keep me focused and on task for things which aren't quite enough to occupy all of my attention.
After two days of doing nothing, I'm starting to guiltily look around and wonder if I should be being productive. I've got several holes in the wall (courtesy of Alex) which need to be patched and plastered. I could paint my bathrooms so that I don't have to stare at the nasty white primer which the builder used (yes, 12 years later, I haven't painted them). I could sort through the boxes of trinkets and collectibles which Dave and I have decided to display rather than continue to store where no one can see them.
Lots of tasks I could take on. I promised myself that I wasn't going to get locked up in goals this year. Usually I have a big project in mind while the boys are at the cottage: organizing the storage area in the basement so we can find things, painting different rooms in the house, sewing projects, etc. This year, I wanted to relax and give myself real time to recharge.