when i was a kid, my mom would occassionally (usually once every couple of months) let me take a day off school. i wasn’t sick. we didn’t have anywhere to go. she just recognized that i worked hard and that sometimes i just needed a break from the routine. she called them mental health days. they usually included some sort of special outing or shopping trip. mom sure knew just the thing to make me feel better.
i’m having one of those today. i really didn’t feel well at all for most of yesterday, though. i was woozy and nauseated and exhausted. i was in bed by 8:30 last night, so you know i wasn’t okay. when my alarm went off at six this morning i made the decision to stay home. i called my boss, left him a voicemail and went back to sleep. i expect to be spending a lot of time sleeping today. i think i’ll take up residence on the futon with some movies and the über-blankie and just recuperate from life.
if i called my boss and say i want a mental health day, i would forget about having a job. girl, your boss rocks! or is it just that my boss sucks?!
I’m talking to you on the phone right now.
Furthermore…watch Master and Commander. I firmly believe in my heart of hearts that you would enjoy it on your mental day off.
And do you dislike the phrase “heart of hearts”? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Heart of hearts. It’s silly.
i love mental health days. i once had one in the autumn JUST to rake leaves. it was very relaxing. however, now with the part-time gig i have, every other day is a mental health day, and it just doesn’t seem as special…