I recently read a magazine article about Valerie Bertinelli ( Woman’s Day, I think; she was on the cover, if that helps) in which she describes a day that she spent in bed. Her husband was away travelling (I think), and of course she’s had an empty nest now for years, so there weren’t too many arrangements for her to make in advance. She gets a stack of magazines, books she has been wanting to read, movies she’s been wanting to see…then takes to her bed, staying in her jammies (duh) and even brings any meals right there to the bed for consumption.
I immediately started wondering how the heck to arrange a Pajama Day for me.
I found a day in March that looks promising.
“Now, if there were only closer opportunity for a mental health–I mean, pajama–day!” Then a funny thing happened…I got sick.
My stack of magazines is already assembled. My stack of books is already next to the bed (and the couch, and my desk) and currently I have not one, but two books that I am actively reading and loving. My movie list is already compiled on Netflix (not to mention my DVR queue that at this point is looking longer than my life). In fact, a movie that I have been dying to see for weeks had just (finally! finally!) arrived from Netflix and was there waiting for me.
I never get sick. Here was my perfect opportunity to take a pajama day, handed to me on a silver platter, and what did I do?
I went to work.
It’s hard to not be afraid to just focus on oneself.
Oh, I did use the fact that I was sick as a ‘get out of (going to the) gym free’ card. Just sayin’…