The indecision of a Saturday/Sunday morning

Our lives are full of decisions. I bet we make a zillion decisions each day- what do we eat, wear, say, do, think. And most days, a lot of these decisions are on auto-pilot but waking up on a Saturday/Sunday morning when you have no plans is pure pandemonium to me.

I'm going to walk you through my thoughts so hold on tight, this is going to be a bumpy ride (if you already have a headache, stop reading this immediately because this may cause your brain to literally explode. Literally.).

Typical Monday-Friday morning:
1. Alarm goes off.
2. Push snooze until the same 10-15 minute timeframe.
3. Get out of bed.
4. Head to shower.
5. Get ready.
6. Dress in one of a selective few pairs of workpants I can still fit into, along with a shirt I haven't worn yet this week.
7. Leave for work roughly the same 7-11 minutes "behind schedule" I am every single day.

Relatively thoughtless morning. Not too many decisions to be made.


Enter a Saturday or Sunday morning when you don't have any actual plans and all bets are off. Take a walk with me here folks:

1. Sleep until you wake up.

2. Lay there with your eyes still closed before looking at the time, trying to figure out if you're really ready to be awake yet. If not, simply go back to sleep now. If curiosity gets the best of you, sneak a peek at the time.

3. Keep laying there, filling your day with endless possibilities of what should/could I do today:
-I could workout (yes, I think this every single weekend and no, I never ever do).
-I could watch that Netflix movie that's been sitting on my tv for 2 weeks and is actually dusty already.
-That reminds me, I really need to dust.
-I could do laundry.
-I could clean the house.
-While cleaning the house, I could tackle that disgusting, cobweb infested corner above the front door.
-I could organize the spare bedroom turned abandoned craft room turned laundry room turned place where I put papers that probably should be filed in a file cabinet turned one-room-in-my-house-I-don't-count-when-I-say-"clean house" room.
-I could go to the grocery store.
-Oh, if I go to the grocery store then I could make a nice dinner for Adam and have it ready by the time he gets home from work.
-And if I'm already out and about I could finally return that stuff at {enter any store name here. There's a good chance I need to make a return there.}
-I could get up RIGHT NOW and do a bunch of those things and still be able to take a nap later this afternoon....

4. By this time my brain is already tired and I haven't even opened my eyes yet. So I think "ok self: just get out of bed and I'll figure out what I want to do later."

Open my eyes and think about sitting up.

But wait.

5. Insert actual decision that needs to be made here: after sitting up, do I or do I not shower? (Now call me what you will, but during the weekends if I don't have to shower, I generally opt not to. And let's be real, all the sitting on my butt watching TV, reading and napping I did the day before didn't exactly cause me to sweat so do I really need to?).

Mandy, decide already!!

Ok fine, I'll shower.

There. Decision made.

But wait.

6. Another actual decision that needs to be made: do I or do I not do my hair once I've showered. If you know me, you probably know me with straight hair with bangs pulled over to one side. The bangs are hairsprayed with the perfect amount of spray for hold, yet not crusty (it's a talent). But what you may not know is that I naturally have curly hair {and use the work "curly" very loosely. Think of any 80's glam hairband and that's my hair (see picture at right. That's me when I let my hair go au natural, but less volume. Purrrrr-ty, isn't it?)}

So I have three options post shower: straighten hair, scrunch it so it's passable as curly, or go au natural (this option limits my entire day to: only a fire will cause me to go out in public like this.

I.Don't.Know.

I can't decide what I should do with my hair. And I can't decide what I should do with my day.

And I haven't even thought about what to wear yet!!! Is today a granny pantie day (come on ladies, work with me- we all have them and secretly love them. Don't lie.)? Is today a sweatpant day? Will I be too hot in sweatpants? Should I wear a T-shirt? Long sleeve T-shirt? Sweatshirt?

I.Can't.Decide. And I'm actually feeling stressed out now.

Heeeeeehhhh. <-- that's my fire spewing

Screw it.

I'm not going to shower, or clean, or go anywhere. I'm gonna sit on my couch all day with my coffee and FoodPorn- I mean FoodNetwork.

There. Decision made!

But wait.

I'm already tired again- even though I haven't even gotten out of bed yet. I'm going back to sleep.