This weekend was great.
We did nothing.
Seriously, I left the house twice; once for a family trip to the bookstore and once for a family trip to the grocery store. Hubby is finally feeling good enough for short treaks into the "real world" so out we went.
I picked up a Yoga book. For a year now, I have talked about starting yoga but never got off my butt to do anything about it. I hate, hate, group exercise classes at the gym. I feel like everyone is watching me and I constantly compare my progress to the other people in the room. So they really arent very productive or self-esteem building for me. Yoga, though, I can do in the privacy of my own house on my own schedule. I read the book this weekend and will be going out tonight to pick up the yoga mat and some comfy clothes. If I have the stuff and a cute yoga outfit to wear (vain, I know but deal!) then I know I can start this project for myself. Anything to find some calm in my life!
I feel recharged already from this weekend. Play-Doh, books, movies, and talking. That's all I needed and its what I got.