Yesterday I faced a serious conundrum. It happened as we were returning home from church and errands in the early afternoon. Due to circumstances beyond my control (that is to say, Pitch Perfect and Revenge with friends until the wee hours of the morning the night before) I was super duper tired. Dragging. Grumpy. Majorly in need of a Sunday afternoon nap.
It was gorrrrrrgeous outside. We're talking 73 degrees. Sunny. A slight breeze. Unquestionably hands-down perfect weather. The kind of weather that has everyone at church and the grocery store abuzz with excitement and plans to get out in it and enjoy it. To go on a walk. To trim back the hedges. To hit golf balls. To swing on swings and slide down slides. To do something- anything- outside, just to soak in the loveliness. And you know me and you KNOW how much I love being outside. This was 100% the desire of my heart, too.
BUT...I was so tired.
And the obvious conflict here was tearing me up. I WANT TO NAP!!! But I DON'T WANT TO WASTE THIS WEATHER!!! It's going to be cold(er) and rainy most of the week. Yucky March weather. I will hate myself for having wasted a 73-and-sunny day on a NAP. Ugh. What to do, what to do.
You may not know this, but back in 2005 I was awarded two prestigious (haha) pieces of paper from the University of Georgia. One of them is a Bachelor of Arts. One of them is a Bachelor of Science. Therefore I am, legally speaking, both a scientist and an artist. I know. I don't mean to brag, and it usually isn't relevant, but it's the only explanation that I have for the stroke of genius that came upon me yesterday afternoon. Only a bona fide Scientist Artist could have come up with the perfect solution to the need-nap-but-pretty-weather crisis.
Are you ready for it?? You better sit down.
Orrr...lie down, as the case may be.
The perfect solution to my problem turned out to be taking my air mattress to the back porch.
Napping in comfort (with proper back support) + sunshiney 75 degree weather + fan for a consistent breeze = PERFECTION
There's nothing like the rest that comes after one solves a major world crisis. Is this what it feels like to be president? No, definitely not. Because no matter what the president does, half of the country still hates him. NO ONE HATED THIS.
I'm sure my neighbors had a few raised eyebrows, but at this point...my redneck ingenuity is kind of the norm. (Exhibit A, Exhibit B) Also, I'm sure they were all just jealous.
I enjoyed my sweet back porch setup all afternoon. When I was adequately rested, we took a walk to the dog park. Upon arriving home, I returned to my open-air bedroom for some reading and relaxation.
|Amanda S. sent me this book and it is REALLY good!! Also...the cover is beautiful.|