What Would You Do With 48 Hours?
My fiancé is enjoying a bachelor party “fishing” trip this weekend (fishing is in quotes because I am pretty sure he didn’t pack a fishing pole). Right about now I imagine he is drinking homebrew and smoking cigars while sitting around the campfire with his closest friends. That’s his version of heaven and I couldn’t be happier for him.
This leaves me (and Gretchen) home alone for the weekend - with no plans, no commitments, no responsibilities. Matt and I rarely have an unstructured weekend, and here I am with 48 hours to do anything I want.
What a luxury!
What a treat!
What do I do with all of this ‘found’ time?
My first thought was to clean. I decided that was crazy and a complete waste of these gifted days.
I thought about going to visit family or making a long trip to see an old college friend for a few hours. I dismissed these thoughts as well.
I even considered going into work. I’ve put in a couple of 12+ hour days this week, but there’s a pile of stuff that still needs my fairly immediate attention. It will still be there on Monday.
Most people don’t know this about me, but I’m a bit of an introvert. I haven’t had the opportunity to recharge my batteries lately, and upon reading this post by Sara at On Simplicity, I was reminded that I could use some “me” time.
So, I’ve decided to use this weekend to have my own little party of one - I plan to do all of the stuff I love most, and I’m going solo. I’m not going to call my friends, and I’m not going to visit my family. I’m going to spend the weekend in nobody’s company but my own.
On Saturday, I’m going to take myself on a day-long date. After the farmers’ market, I’m going to sit on the deck with a piece of brain-candy fiction and a pot of coffee. I’m going for an extra-long bike ride and will take the dog for a stroll down to the neighborhood malt shop. I’m going to prepare my favorite foods (Matt has never shared my appreciation of crab legs or bacon, lettuce, avocado, & tomato salads), and then maybe go see Sex in the City or some other chick flick.
I can’t remember the last time I read fiction or saw a movie that didn’t feature gunplay.
I better get started right now.
What would you do given the gift of 48 hours of your own?
Stumble it!
June 27th, 2008 at 10:11 pm
I love the idea of dating yourself. That’ll be me tomorrow morning, too.
I’m planning on going on lit binge, since I finally have some books I’m excited to read: Water for Elephants and The Time Traveler’s Wife. I’ll drink Pepsi for breakfast and have pancakes for lunch. Sam Cooke and Marvin Gaye will play in the background, and I’ll have the time of my life.
And let him have the cigars–that salad sounds awesome!
June 27th, 2008 at 10:14 pm
I actually am on one of those weekends - actually, I have seven weeks with my husband away for work. But, I’m taking this weekend as my solo run (well, duo run with a girlfriend). Tonight we’re watching old black and white films (my hubby can’t stand black and white films) and tomorrow I’m going to the Farmer’s Market and not rushing through, then I’m going to check out all the stores downtown that he hates to go into. Ah…independence!
June 28th, 2008 at 11:30 am
Please tell me you didn’t go into work.
June 29th, 2008 at 4:19 pm
Good for you. I’m glad you took some time for yourself. I think sometimes we all forget to take care of ourselves - we’re all so busy working, and living that we just forget the simple things in life.
June 30th, 2008 at 7:35 am
I would probably do much the same as you. I also can’t remember the last time I read a fiction, “just for fun” type of book.
My husband does owe me a chick flick, though. I beat him at Cribbage a couple of weeks ago and that was the bet!
June 30th, 2008 at 9:55 am
Every once in a great while I get a weekend where my fiance is away, and I don’t have any committments. I like to sleep in, and then have coffee in bed while I watch entertainment television. Then I pretty much just slouch around the house watching movies, reading and doing a whole lot of nothing! If I can afford it, I get a massage. I call them my “Mental Health Weekends.”