This is my first weekend home in three weeks. I’ve been busy. Between my sister’s mastectomy surgery and two trips out of town, my time at the house has been limited.
I made a commitment to myself that my Saturday would be unstructured, open, free-flowing and lazy. I need the quiet time after a long work week and a frantic Friday night volunteering at my friend’s church’s fish fry.
Sleeping in until a robust 7am is a big deal. Monday through Friday, that’s my start time for work. The nice thing about starting the day that early is the ability to do more with my quiet time. By noon I had cleaned the dining room and living room, had a conversation with one of my kiddos, clipped coupons out of 4 weeks of Sunday newspapers, sorted through all my mail, finished the laundry, ate my broiled fish from last night’s fish fry, and read a bit of my latest historical novel.
The second half of my day looks equally humdrum and uneventful:
- Watch Game of Thrones Season 2
- Read a couple of interesting articles from Mark Manson
- Finish my local income tax return
- Do a double Zumba workout to compensate for my injured elliptical
- Clean the bathroom
- Watch the series finale of How I Met Your Mother (I’ve avoided all references and reviews so far)
Yeah, my life rocks.
I need this quiet time to recharge my internal batteries. As much as my friends peg me as an extrovert, I’m an introvert through and through and need that lazy downtime to build my energy back up.
And, let’s face it, the month has been busy with emotionally intense interactions. My sister’s surgery went well, the doctor’s are happy, but it was still stressful. Surgery is never an “eh” kind of occurrence. My sister’s mastectomy impacted her the most but it also had some consequences for me and my other sister. We both went from having no cancer risks to having a family history of breast cancer. Let the diligence begin…
Additionally, Husband #2 and I had another of our long weekend visits.
For the most part, it went well and we are great at traveling together. There was one hiccup I would have rather done without but it showed me that I need to work harder to keep my emotions in check when I feel like my buttons are being pushed because I’ve come to the conclusion there are always things Husband #2 will do to push my buttons, whether it’s deliberate behavior or not. Getting annoyed with each other will happen simply because we are human beings.
The good parts continue to be our sense of adventure, country drives, holding hands, and sharing experiences whether it be a bison pistrami sandwich, an excellent glass of wine, or a piece of ooey gooey butter cake. Our next visit together comes up in 2 months over Memorial Day weekend. For a while my wanderlust is being satisfied and I continue to say yes to life as I work through this evaluation period of my life.
I had hoped to work out in the garden for the afternoon but Mother Nature is conspiring against me. The day is dreary and cold and damp and drizzly. I think writing a few blog posts will be in my future since my asparagus bed is soggy and weeding in the mud is not fun.
There you have it. My sans-exciting Saturday of normal life. And I’m very happy with it.