Today Is Not Someday

I had the night off last eve. I put in a PTO request to the MANagement in the middle of last week {Side note: I’m starting to think my paychecks are being delivered to the wrong address…}. And what does she need time off for, you might ask. Well. For sanity. And really for no other reason than that. Just a little breather.

I had big plans when I first made the request. Perhaps I’d get a pedicure. Or go to Sephora. Or maybe ask a friend to meet up for drinks. Maybe I’d even go shopping sans my little dress-lickers.

But when the time came, you know what I did?

This.

Well, sort of. I had to make a few returns because my current life involves a lot of buying on-the-go. So I went to Target, made a return, and purchased some much-needed Cascade, and a bag of candy corn {well-played cash wrap display, well-played}. I then drove to Hobby Lobby to make further returns and ended up sitting in the parking lot, perusing Instagram, and enjoying those little sugar morsels. Alone. In silence. And it sorta felt like I was at a luxury resort. Without the palm trees. Or the free drinks. Or the room where I can nap anytime of the day I want. Okay. Maybe a luxury resort is a smidgen of hyperbole.

I had to be home to be dinner for the youngest so the time away was not plentiful. But it was still appreciated.

Someday I’ll be sad when my car is silent. Someday I’ll be sad no little hands are grabbing at my candy corn. And someday I’ll probably even be sad I spent so much time looking at my phone. But you know what, today is not someday.

Today, I have to hit the reset button every so often. A silent car. Guilt-free social media time. And a few things knocked off my to-do list. Just enough, for today.