Pissing (instead of boxing) the day away

Merry Christmas everyone! I hope yours was wonderfully full of all the people that you love! Well, after all of the hustle and bustle of getting ready for Christmas... today I enjoyed pissing the day away. Note: I can't claim this term as my own, but cannot remember if it came for Mike or Emily. Nonetheless, I was in my tattered robe until about 3pm... Finishing The Time Traveler's Wife (a sweet, smart, lovable read), eating whole-wheat-home-made-egg-mcmuffins, chatting with my Mom, cleaning the bathroom with my new Method cucumber scented bathroom wipes, watching Zander play the deplorable Vice City, and then eating a bit more. My action packed day was rewarded with a steamy shower, complete with home-made lavender soap that Rebecca gave me for Christmas. For much of my adult life, I'd feel a huge sense of guilt whenever I left projects unfinished, or dirty dishes in the sink. I spent a lot of time mad at myself for being such a horrible slob and not much time getting things done. Now (maybe after Japan???), I don't usually feel the huge urgency/shame/guilt/fear that my mother will see my messy house, that I used to, and things just get done without all of the drama. I guess it is all about learning to piss the day away.