I had the loveliest weekend. A weekend at home. Just so relaxing yet oh so busy all at the same time. I didn’t leave the house once. Yet I’m perfectly OK with that.
Are you one of those people who feel like time at home is wasted time? Do you love to go out and explore and experience and visit and take it all in? Do you get cabin fever after more than half an hour? Is your idea of torture having a weekend at home?
I absolutely love being at home. I love being with my family. I love being by myself. Yet I’m an extrovert.
I love to go on adventures and soak in new experiences. I get a great deal of energy from being with groups of people. Yet I recharge on my own. So the Myers Brigg test I undertook all those years ago was clearly right. I’m smack down the middle between extrovert and introvert!
After a busy week, both Boyo and I succumbed to the colds we’re still trying to get over. A relaxing snuggly sofa and movie day did the trick. For Boyo that is. I got inspired and decided to spring clean. Yes, in winter.
I moved furniture and created a more workable desk space for myself. I’m now in the middle of the house with a view out of the window, instead of staring at a wall. I’ve got better light and don’t have to drag power cords across the house. You can see why it’s preferable!
I tackled the Toy Cupboard of Doom. It had been a while and I hadn’t realised it was quite so heinous. Three huge boxes of toys put into storage “for your grandchildren”, said Boyo. One large box of kids’ books and toys donated to charity. The Study Desk of Doom was culled, cleaned, tidied and organised for good measure.
As payment for my hard work, I got rewarded with a neverending game of Uno Spin. Yup, it’s amazing what you find when you organise the toy cupboard!
Our lovely neighbours kindly donated us a wooden bookcase that is the perfect match for our other bookcases. I spent many happy hours faffing and organising and creating and tzjushing.
The laundry got a tzjush. Not sure if it is my launtry or my pandry, actually. We are not overly blessed with kitchen storage, so with storage shelves and some Kiwi ingenuity, my surprisingly large (in comparison to my kitchen) laundry doubles as my walk in pantry.
I even reorganised lots of my craft bits and pieces. Of course, this led to some crafting time on Sunday. I found an empty shabby chic frame, some spare photos, my box of collected pretty papery pieces and made a collage. Oh, so satisfying.
I also played along with Fat Mum Slim’s Photo a Day and dressed myself up for Fox in Flats Style Dare a Day July. I ate spelt bread from the organic markets, baked chicken, sauteed posh mushrooms with fresh parsley and black pepper, organic eggs, washed down by endless cups of tea.
The benefits of spending the entire weekend at home include getting laundry out whilst the sun is shining, and getting it back in before it gets so cold it feels like it is still damp. I read three newspapers – and nearly put my neck out shaking my head at the stupidity of the general public. Oh and politicians. I read most of an actual book. I groomed Mr Bunsy – who wasn’t terribly impressed. You’d think he’d be used to it by now.
Spending some time doing nothing, whilst actually being very busy indeed, is curiously satisfying. I didn’t yearn for crowds or company or noise – although the Welshman delivering a latte satisfied my caffeine requirements, bless him.
I even had time to myself when the Blokefolk walked down the road to see the Tigers play. Trounced, unfortunately. I wrote letters – yes, real pen to paper action. I collaged photos. I decorated a storage box. I did laundry. I binge watched the recorded crap telly I can’t watch during the school holidays.
A weekend at home, without leaving the house once, sounds terribly dull. It was heavenly. What did you get up to?