Is This What Growing Up Looks Like?

I was going to have a marvelously lazy Sunday. Kevin's sister was in town and the two of them were going on a 55 mile bike ride in the morning. Then his mom was coming over in the afternoon for a mother's day BBQ. There was nothing I really needed to do, and I was looking forward to a lazy morning spent in front of the television.

Even a year ago I would have been able to do this. I would have spent hours on the couch with a stack of DVDs. But somehow I wasn't capable of the much laziness yesterday.

After a single episode of Angel, I began to seriously crave a shower. Then I came downstairs and realized that the dishes needed to be washed and I should probably clean the bathroom and clear off the dining room table. Suddenly I was scrubbing the toilet, folding laundry, and sweeping the floors I had just swept the day before. Between the mud the dog tracks in and the amount of hair she sheds I'm having a hard time keeping the floors clean. (Kevin: They don't seem that much dirtier to me. Me: Because I clean them.)

By the time Kevin and his sister got home, the house was clean and I was about to enjoy a beer and a book outside. The amazing thing is that even with all the cleaning (and later cooking), Sunday still felt like a perfect lazy day. In some ways, it felt even more relaxing (or possibly rejuvenating) than spending all day on the couch would have been.

All of this responsibility has got to be a side effect of growing up. I just hope it doesn't slip away from me again (though ten straight hours of Supernatural can be enjoyable in its own way).