I’m not sure if the term “bumday” actually exists anywhere besides in my head, but I’m going to try making this a commonly used word. A bumday is any day of the week that you purposefully don’t do anything. You don’t cook. You don’t clean. You don’t get dressed. You don’t shower (unless you can’t stand your own stink). You definitely don’t work out. You just lay on the couch like a bum. I normally will read books all day, but I’ve been known to watch a few TV rerun marathons. Sunday bumdays can be epic during football season. Just saying.
In order to successfully pull off a bumday, you have to plan for it. If you have two days off, use the first to run errands and make sure you have food in the house. Always put your bumday on the second day. This way you don’t spend your bumday with your stomach growling or getting notices about unpaid bills. The whole purpose is to relax and rejuvenate. This is NOT being lazy! At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
I love these days, even if they seem to be getting less and less frequent. Between working odd hours at the lab and trying to get my writing career up and going I’ve started to feel guilty taking time for myself. A visit with an old friend made me realize that I need to slow down and do what’s best for me. And what is that? Bumdays!