There's nothing wrong with taking some time to relax (especially on a holiday!), but I almost never want to be productive. Our culture might call this "a struggle with procrastination" or "a symptom of depression," but in my case, I'm 99% sure the problem is just plain ol' sloth.
Sloth isn't the only sin causing me to doubt my salvation, though. Holistically, I do not live a life surrendered to God. By letting my desires dictate my choices, I've become my own lord and idol. It's me, not Jesus, enthroned on my heart.
I knew about his wives, but I didn't know about the pagan temples. That's interesting, thanks for sharing.
I wonder why God still considered him righteous. He certainly condemned other kings for doing the same. It's beyond my comprehension... I wish I could know how God sees me. Does he see me as a "Solomon," beloved and righteous in spite of my sin? Or does he regard me similarly to the evil kings who came after Solomon? I think those questions will remain unanswered until judgment day, barring some miracle.