Walking into my “nest” is a pretty good feeling. Especially on a cold day - I open the door and am hit by the warmth of the house. Also being greeted by my dogs as if I just came home after being gone for years not a few hours.
Weekends:
Fridays: Knowing on Friday evening that I don’t have to get up the next day at 5:30 and can sleep in a bit.
Saturday & Sunday: Wake up around 5:30, go potty and slip right back under my cozy covers for 2 more hours of blissful sleep. Even better in the winter, because it’s still dark outside.
I do the majority of the housecleaning once a week (bathrooms, floors, dusting). It feels amazing to get up the next day knowing the housework is done and to see everything clean and in its place.
One of my favorites is if things align right in the mornings before work, I’ll have a 10-15 period before I have to leave, and one or both of my sons (7 and 4) will be awake. We’ll snuggle up on the couch with my arm around one or both of them and watch cartoons for a few minutes before I have to leave.
Another is the cries of “Daddy!” and the mad dash to come see me that my boys do when I get home- mostly the 4 year old lately, but the 7 year old still does it on occasion.
And I like sitting on the couch hanging out with my wife in the evening after the kids are in bed. Sometimes it’s to watch tv, and other times it’s just watching the news and then one of the late night talk shows.
During warmer months it’s those times when I come home from work and I’m on the back patio grilling dinner. Sitting there at peace with a cold beer in hand smelling the food grill while looking at the back garden and listening to the birds is as close as I will typically get to sensory bliss on a weekday.
I make a lot of noise, and sometimes when I’m wanking a solo I’ll realize that I’m totally feeling it and my fingers are practically on auto and it sounds AMAZING and when I finish I’ll often just put the guitar down, turn off my amp and think “fuck yeah I can do that, motherfuckers; what can you do?”
Sitting in front of my laptop writing in a journal, or with pen and paper. There is just something about having the means to write one’s thoughts down that is psychologically therapeutic. Plus, I have terrible short-term memory so I usually need to write things down all the time anyway and feel insecure if I can’t.
When joining my husband for lunch, or carpooling back home in the evening, or just coming home to see him there in our house, seeing his beloved face. And this is our 14th year of marriage. I could walk though any crowd and not particularly care, but when I see his face in the crowd, I’m suddenly happy.
Similar for my greyhounds. When they mob me when I come home from work. When I sit down and they both rush forward to give me the “bouquet of noses”. My heart goes pop.
Coming home on Friday night, knowing the work week has ended.
The first 30 seconds in a hot bath.
My morning shower.
Settled in on the couch with a cat, a relaxing book and a tall glass of tea. Preferably when no-one else is around with demands. This happens once fortnight, if I’m lucky.
My walk to work. I used to bike there, now I take an extra 10 minutes to walk there and have my music on my earphones while walking. it’s as if the walking takes me to a place where I can sink in the music more. Sometimes I walk-dance home. I tell myself it looks like a runway model’s walk. I hope no-one will tell me otherwise.
When I see my BFF. (three times a year)
When my kitchen counter is clean and cleared up and I can rejoice in how pretty my kitchen can look.
Getting into bed, all snuggly with blankets and the cat purring next to me. I love the 10 minutes before I go to sleep. All my cares are gone and I’m waiting for the arms of Morpheus.
The lightning in my pants. I always get up early, which in the winter means “in the dark”. When I put on my sweat pants there’s always this little static lightning storm that happens. Makes me smile, cuz SCIENCE!
I used to have a friend whose fantasy was to experience all his favorite things at once. According to him, this would involve listening to music while simultaneously receiving a blow job, taking a good shit, and drinking a Shamrock Shake.
Painted quite the mental picture, it did.
An odd thing is also the drive to, and from work. Would be considered nasty to many as it’s over the continental divide at 11,500 feet. Six months of snow and 4x4. I’m used to it. But it’s a 2 lane highway. At 6am, I see very few cars. A few more coming home. It’s sort of my time.
I consider myself very lucky to not have to deal with intercity traffic. Uggg.
You just will can’t believe the drive on a full moon morning. Two 14,000 foot peaks off to my left as I climb up the pass. Once I get to work, I chill in the parking lot, finish my tea and get consider what I need to do for the day.
Turning on a space heater and surfing the net at 6am on a Saturday is great too. Wait for the sun to come up and plan my day.
