In February, with work ramping up for earnings, I opted to stay home one weekend while Martin took the kids to Timber Cove. It was two days of productivity and relaxation. I had one late night working and then most of the weekend for just me. I ordered take out dinners from my favorite restaurants and might have gone a little overboard, ordering enough food to feed a family of four. I worked out, I read in the sun on the deck, I did some more work and I accomplished a few little projects around the house (like building up the Ikea drawers for Oskar’s room but ignoring the bigger one like the half-finished basement laundry room). By 5pm that Saturday I had officially done everything on my list (at least that I wanted to do) and, seeing how it was too early to pick up dinner, I worked out again.
That Sunday was probably more representative than how things would actually be if I lived alone. I woke up late, I watched a movie first thing in the morning (even though it was gorgeous outside), I had leftovers for breakfast/ early lunch, I took a nap and then I finally pulled myself together once I realized the family would be home shortly. Until the family got home my productivity and motivation level was near zero.
Fast forward a few weeks to post McKane’s wedding where I was sequestered downstairs until I could get my negative COVID test. During those 5 days, I really lived the quarantine life on what I would call my second vacation... There was no working out, a lot of ordering in from my favorite restaurants, a lot of snacks, and a lot of sleep. It was amazing, but probably only because I knew it was temporary.
