While my husband can easily tune out the to-do list and just relax with some popcorn in front of a movie, I sit there thinking: need to do a load of laundry, need to put the dishes away, need to make the kids lunch, need to scrub the tub, need to find a topic for the blog, need to vacuum, need to find a carpet cleaner, need to pay this bill, need to prep the taxes, need to GO TO BED. I get so tired just sitting there during the movie, thinking and feeling guilty about all the things that need to get done at home, that I don't enjoy myself and normally by the halfway point, I'm so fed up with myself just sitting there that I get up and get to work on the chores.
However, if I can leave the house, I also leave the to-do list. I can clear my head. I can spend two hours in the thrift store, perusing books, looking at baskets, scrounging through aisles of aisles of clothes looking for something incredibly unique or with up cycle potential. My mind is still going, but now its excited, thinking about crafts, and creativity. This is where I think back on that great posting from Little Miss Mama or Peas & Crayons, or that funny story from A Girl and her Glue Gun. I remember that great little tip from Crap I've made, or how fabulous a basket would be for that organizational post from House of Grace. This, my friends, is my relaxation technique: sifting through your old stuff passed off as tax deductions under the guise of a Mission thrift store. Weird, I know. I've been called that since elementary school. I take it as a compliment now.