And I’m not thinking I’m going to either.
Those appliances I’ve been lusting after; well, they’re awfully nice.
But I don’t need them. I am a strong, independent woman. I can make it without them. Me and my ratty old appliances will be just fine on our own.
Until they start acting up 2 days after all the sales are over that is.
Because just wait – I can totally see that happening.
Either way though, I think I’ve talked myself out of my new appliance lust. I really don’t need them. And I don’t even know how long I’m going to be in this condo, or where I would be going to next. So buying them now, without any need or long term plan, would just be silly.
I get that. I really do.
But hey – a girl can still lust.
As it stands though, I think those appliances and I are going to have a long courtship. One that may take us until at least Labor Day. And quite possibly far beyond even that.
I’ve spent most of this weekend distracting myself from the new appliance lust. Friday and Saturday I was up at a friend’s cabin on the lake. Drinking around a campfire, having conversations far too intense in nature for 2 in the morning, and playing on the water soaking up every ounce of sun we could possibly get.
I am also now nursing old lady aches and pains from tubing and jet skiing. Because apparently, I’m getting old.
I drove back into town last night for dinner with a good friend that expanded out into almost 4 hours of chatting and catching up. Much needed in every way.
And today; well today I was supposed to drive back up to the lake.
But after getting up and assessing my day, I actually decided to punk out. I really do need to clean up around the house. And work on my budget. And do some writing. And some laundry. And probably even some grocery shopping.
If I headed up North for some more time with friends, I can pretty much guarantee that none of that would get done. And then I would be pulling in to home tomorrow night with just enough time and energy to jump into the shower before escaping with exhaustion into my bed. I would have to start the week ahead with nothing done. Nothing accomplished. And a pile of to-do’s set aside just waiting to overwhelm and frustrate me.
So while the sun is out and the lake and friends are beckoning, I’m doing the adult thing.
Getting the chores done and ignoring that pesky lusting to fulfill a crush that really isn’t all that good for me anyhow.
Being an adult is overrated.
But I suppose I have to succumb to the responsibility every now and again.
Just to make up for the times I otherwise throw caution to the wind and refuse to allow myself to care.
Because I have to be honest – I feel as if one of those moments is coming.
And soon.
I don't know who, what, when or where, but a little rebellion is on the horizon.
I feel it.
And my grown-up side knows it needs to rack up all the responsibility it can while responsibility is even still a possibility.
Because I'm thinking that I will be ignoring all that grown-up stuff soon enough.
Just you wait and see.
