I spent the last three days luxuriating in complete and utter laziness.  In fact, I didn’t even leave the house the last two days.  I know, most people wouldn’t admit that they were so lazy that they didn’t get off their asses other than to take a bubble bath, change the dvd, or feed the cat.  Fortunately for the cat, I wasn’t so lazy that I refused to walk the ten feet to the bathroom and shake some kernels of kitty goodness into the food bowl.  I suppose I could lie and say that I put my four day weekend to good use and cleaned the house, wrote the next epic novel, and read bedtime stories to orphans.  But I am not ashamed despite what society and my father tells me I should be doing with my free time.  

In an effort to be "daughterly" I called my parents’ on Sunday, after two and a half days of snuggling with my down comforter and a pile of Netflix dvds.  I happened to reach my father- the classic overachiever- it’s not enough to have a full time career, he also has to teach part-time at a university, sit on state boards (as appointed by the Governor- of course I wouldn’t brag about that too much- I wouldn’t want to be associated with Governor Good Hair), and then for good measure throw in a few academic papers and presentations every once in awhile.  

So, while I was luxuriating in my laziness and watching three hours straight of hot sexy goodness, Jonathan Rhys-Meyers, in The Tudors, my father was writing a paper to present to everyone in his field at a conference at the end of the week.  To make matters worse, I asked him about an issue that my mother had mentioned that he didn’t want to deal with but that I wanted to resolve.  So, rather than let the issue lie, I decided to poke the bear.  The conversation went a little something like this:

Me: So, Mother told me you don’t want to put a couch in the game room.

Him: There isn’t enough room with the pool table.  

Me: I’m pretty sure we’ve had a couch in there before with the pool table, are you sure?

Him: (Sounding slightly cranky now) Yes, I’m sure.  You must have imagined it.  

Me: Well, what about putting it in J’s room now that it is a media room?

Him: (Sounding really cranky now) There’s not enough room in there for the crap that’s in there now!

Me: Don’t get all cranky.  We’re just having a conversation at normal decibel levels.  Are you sure there’s not enough room by the pool table?  You don’t even play pool anymore.  

Him: (Completely exasperated) No, there’s not enough room and I don’t want a couch there in case I wanted to play pool again! 

Me: (Giggling quietly to myself) Ok, I understand, crankypants.  I’m sure we can come up with another solution.  Now, was that so difficult?

Clearly four days of laziness makes a person much less stressed out than a person who is trying to write a paper to present to all of his peers.  And that is why I am going to spend the remainder of my vacation stress-free in my comfy pjs watching Netflix under my down comforter.   Societal and parental constraints be damned!