It’s Memorial Day weekend, so I have a full three days off from work. I have a really bad relationship with holiday weekends. They stress me out because the world has me convinced I should be celebrating my sweatpants off, but I just don’t know how to go about it.

Both yesterday and today I told PJ I thought we should get up early and go to the greenbelt… because umm, duh, the government said to, or something. But both days I talked myself out of it because there might be other people there.. and they might get close to me. Eeep. I’m not sure why on regular weekends I’m totally fine with seizing zero of the day, but on holidays, I get ultra depressed about it.

Instead, we had a cruise control weekend. We did house chores, we hung out with our friends, we went bowling. It was really good, but I was still convinced I should be slow dancing with the Statue of Liberty or shooting firecrackers out of my face or some other similar sort of nonsense. I’m always my own worst enemy when it comes to enjoying life.

Now it’s Sunday and even though there’s a whole day left in this holiday weekend, it feels like it’s winding down. PJ had plans today so I had to find something to do with my afternoon. I ended up remulching a little bit of backyard garden.

I’ve actually spent a lot less time in the backyard so far this year than in the last couple of years… just because I feel lazy, not for any other reason. So this was the first time I’ve really thought, “If I go out there, mosquitoes will definitely be an issue.” I own a full-blown mosquito suit because the mosquitoes in Austin, Texas are seriously not a joke, but I didn’t feel like the season had advanced to the point that I would need it… plus with the rise of Pinterest, I have a few less viscerally uncool methods I want to try out.

Today I tried out the dryer sheet in the pocket method. I got bit three times pretty much within seconds of being out there… so I’ve got to chalk that up to a fail. But I’m an improviser, so I rubbed the dryer sheet on my exposed legs and arms and I didn’t get bit again even though I could see clouds of those bastards all over the place. Final verdict, I think there is something to this theory, but it has to be kicked up several notches to function in Central Texas. Just like everything else.