Good Old Catholic School Guilt

I had a lovely, glorious week off from work & grad school... no responsibilities, nothing to worry about. I purposely didn't bring home any tests to grade or papers to look at. I decided that after the crazy-busy month I just had, I deserved a relaxing week off. I set out determined to do nothing but sit around, relax, enjoy the time off. After exactly two days of that, I got so ridiculously bored that I had to do something. So I dug up some laundry to do. Then I organized my CD collection (which is really pointless, since all of my music is now on my mp3 player). I caught up on emails, but not phone calls, since my non-teacher friends are all at work. I went shopping, which lasted all of 2 hours, because the mall was packed and the stores were full of picked-over winter clearance stuff. So today, I'm back to sitting around doing nothing. It's a wonderful idea, in theory... but now I'm starting to feel guilty for doing nothing. I almost kinda wish I had brought some work home. (Almost.)