This weekend, I started out with a picture in my head. A picture of the three of us going for a winter hike in the woods, followed by breakfast for dinner. Of getting caught up on all of the housework and doing some creative projects together. Of doing some baking and making my favorite protein bar recipe, and of selecting a new casserole recipe to try out. I also thought I would dye my hair purple again.
Instead, we slept in late, we got sidetracked for far too long at Target, we ordered takeout pizza, and we got only half of the dishes and laundry done.
We also drank a lot of tea, coffee, and hot cocoa. While wandering a pet store, we discovered that Simon is afraid of real snakes (still loves the toy ones though) but likes birds. And, more than a couple of times, we danced around like fools to music in our kitchen. So, despite straying far from my vision, there were some moments that did seem relaxing, adventurous, and fun after all.
Every time I would catch myself feeling frustration about our days off not going according to plan, I would remember that life rarely does, and that I could either choose to grump and groan, or simply enjoy being in the company of my two wonderful guys. This was the very first weekend we have had in ages where Mumma didn’t have to work at the Library, there were no family engagements to attend, and we had no events written on the calendar. The time was simply ours.
We may not have had any elaborate adventures, or tackled any major projects… but we were together, and that is always special.