When is a Day Off..Really a Day Off?

I took today off.

I needed it, so I took it and I’ve been looking forward to this day off ever since I scheduled it last week.

So it’s here and I’m stressed. Yes, stressed. Why? I have too much to do on my day off…on my “relaxing” day off.

When I started to schedule my day off hour by hour this morning I knew I was in trouble. There I am scheduling errands around my massage. Yup—I even debated when I should go to the gym to help negate all of the wings and ribs I ate during last night’s Super Bowl. And, dare I say it, I even thought about checking my work email.

What is wrong with me?

There are friends of mine who take “stay-cations.” I don't think I can do it. The laundry that’s stacked up would drive me nuts. The mail that I have to go through would drive me even nuttier and the dirty floors…would send me into an anxiety orbit that no one has ever seen before.

Again, what is wrong with me?

Do men go through this? I think not. I know guys who go fishing for the day … on their day off. They go hiking or tinker with their cars. But they sure as hell don’t clean out the closet because they have some time on their hands.

So, I’m compromising with my internal self today. I’m going to take a day where I don’t feel so stressed because I didn’t get everything done. I’m going to take a day where (yes, I’ll go to the gym) and enjoy my massage, but I just might come home and say, read a book.

We’ll see how this goes…