Chill Time

I quit! Wait, let me rephrase. I'm taking a temporary leave of absence. Oh heck, I just need a break. 

As I make my way home from yet another long and exhausting day of working my day job while communicating with my husband about the daily needs of our daughter, I'm thinking about all that needs to get done to put her to bed, and all that needs to be done after that. My laundry and laptop await me, calling out to me like a teakettle that must be handled immediately or suffer the consequences. 

And yet, I don't want to. Plain and simple, I just don't. I'm officially on strike, and am in need of some serious couch time.  Just me, a blanket and my jammies please, many thanks! So sorry ringing phone, you will not get answered tonight. And mail? You can remain unopened this evening — it won't kill you. And laundry? Ah laundry, how you build up on me with such incredible speed — it's actually quite impressive. I will let you pile up another day, so you can bask in the sheer size of yourself and be proud of what you've accomplished. 

I’m checking out — it's chill time. And you know what? I feel perfectly fine about it. No guilt for me this evening, I've been productive enough for the day — it's time to get a rest at long last! This is about me, tea, and some TV! Finally!

Author: Amy