Apparently I do not know how to relax. I prefer to think of it as living life to its fullest. I like to stay busy. I like to get things done. I like a good to-do list.
But perhaps I have overdone it this weekend. After all of my “relaxation” this weekend I am sore, tired and a bit grumpy. I’ve played in the dirt, cooked, prepped, done chores galore, and now I’m ready for rest. Well, a good night’s sleep. Lots of sleep. Only one problem: It’s not even 9 pm!
Maybe that’s my body’s way of forcing me to relax. Or maybe I only have two settings: on and off.
I can confirm that none of the Gs have trouble relaxing. George is snoring softly while I write this and Guinness is “breathing heavy.” Godiva and Gidget are snoozing on their dog beds.
So before I fall asleep writing this, here’s the gratuitous dog photo of the day:
Let sleeping dogs lie!