The best way to end a stressful day

Yesterday was a very stressful day for me.  It was just non-stop, go go go all day.  My four projects that have been just sitting around on various peoples' desks all pulled a Lazarus at the same time and all became "high priority", which means I went from having stuff to do, but not overwhelmed, to panic-everything-has-to-be-done-by-next-Monday...

great.

I would much rather be busy than bored (I find it makes the day go by faster when I have stuff to do) but there has to be some middle ground between "I've reached the end of the internet" and "I don't have time to go to the bathroom I'm so busy...."  Right???

So, when hubs called to ask how my day was going, I couldn't even muster up frustration; I just responded "Meh..."  Then, he asked what I wanted to do for the evening.

Now, I know I probably should have responded that I wanted to go to the 6:30 spinning class and follow that up with the Gentle Yoga class for the evening.

But, I really didn't want to go to the gym.  I wanted to go home, put on my pre-pajamas (loungy clothes), watch Pushing Daisies on the Netflix, and have a root beer float.

That was my dream plan for last evening.

Hubs agreed that we could make that happen.  Since we didn't actually have any vanilla ice cream (or, any ice cream) at home, we figured we'd walk by the Safeway on the way home and pick some up.  Plus, we needed trash bags.  (Exciting, I know.  But we really did need them.  We had none at home, and, as mighty as those Wegman's plastic grocery bags are, I don't think I can make one fit our big kitchen trashcan...)

So, we hit up the Safeway before we went home, picked up some trash bags (mission critical), French Vanilla Ice Cream (mission EVEN MORE critical) and some taco shells so we could make tacos for dinner.

After we got home, and I briefly collapsed on the bed from the exhaustion of the day, I slipped into my loungy clothes, made some tasty tacos, and went downstairs to enjoy the fireplace, a persistent kitty who decided that she REALLY wanted some taco, and watched an episode of Pushing Daisies.

Then, the grand finale:  I made my root beer float (complete in ice cream shoppe glasses that hubs procalimed he didn't know we had or even why we had them... whatev) and enjoyed another episode of Pushing Daisies.

It's the picture of happiness for me: a fire, Dolley on her perch, a tasty treat... all that's missing is Hubs, but he's right beside me enjoying his own root beer float

Sooooo good.

That was my evening and, for my money, the most relaxing end to a very stressful day. 

Besides, there will be another spin class...