I had an interesting conversation with my husband yesterday. Yes, we do speak to each other. Occasionally it’s interesting. Okay rarely. Well, just this once.
Anyway, he made the wild and unsubstantiated allegation that I am “Constantly fighting an overwhelming urge to do nothing.”
Which, I would suggest, is a brave thing for any man to say to his wife.
And far be it from me to shy away from criticism, I’m the first to admit that I am generally a bit crap at life. But it does strike me that doing nothing probably isn’t something I can be accused of.
I have two children, two dogs, one cat, three freelancing jobs, one blog and no childcare. I do my utmost to fit in exercise on top of all that, but must admit it often goes out of the window.
I tend to have a long list of things in my head that I ought to do if I ever get the time. Shopping I need to do, information I should find out, weight I could do with losing or people I ought to contact or visit.
There’s also the self-indulgent list that contains items like soaking in the bath, getting my hair cut, having a good night’s sleep or going out for a drink.
I’ve never really thought that “doing nothing” featured high on my list.
And yet, now that I consider it, if I had a whole 24 hours to myself, what would I actually do?
Guilt would probably lead me to tick off some of the things on my “ought to do” list. There are also a number of things I’d do around the house.
Lia’s clothes need sorting out and the ones that don’t fit her need to go to the charity shop.
Both girls could do with new clothes and shoes, so I’d probably do some shopping.
When we went to Bluestone, I had a spa morning. It was fabulous and I’d love to do it again, so if I did manage to find some time for me, I might head to our local spa and treat myself to a day there and some lunch.
I’d like to get some exercise too, perhaps a really good swimming session or even find time to get back into water polo training.
Although I do it every day, I’d still want to get out for a walk with the dogs, I always enjoy it, especially if I manage to get out without the children.
I find that walking makes me notice things around me, the blossom for example.
But that’s more than 24 hours worth of things to do, I’m getting carried away.
So if I wouldn’t have much hope of getting my home in order or ticking everything off my to do list, what would I actually do with my 24 hours?
Now that I think about it, perhaps I do have an overwhelming urge to do nothing. I genuinely think that I could spend 24 hours in bed.
I don’t think I’d even eat for a whole day. I’d just catch up on 3 years worth of sleep and maybe drink the odd cup of tea.
Luckily, I think that in around 17 years I’ll probably be able to satisfy my overwhelming urge to do nothing.
But until then, I’m denying all knowledge.