I’m putting it out there. Today is going to be a good day. It’s Saturday, my husband is home, he’s helping out with the kids, I actually got to heat a hot meal this morning…everything feels okay. For this moment, this hour, things feel good. My husband took the kids to the park this morning …
6 years ago today, I married my best friend. Last year we started the tradition of going “away” for our anniversary to celebrate. Really, all that consists of is staying in a hotel 20 minutes from our house, but hey. It’s a kidless weekend, and that’s the best kind of weekend that there is. Overall, …
An anniversary staycation, and the realities of a Sunday. Read More »
Today is the last weekend before Christmas. When our house will fill up and the chaos begins, once again. As much as I….feel…about Christmas…(yay, go joy..?) I’m also a bit dreading it. The constant noise and chaos and, well, you know. Every weekend for the past few months has been filled with trying to accomplish …
I don’t want the weekend to end, I don’t want my role as the (only) caretaker, as shit taker, as nurse, as mom, as therapist…to begin again. On the weekends, I can stop. If even just for a few hours…my husband willingly takes them for just a little while. On a run in the stroller, …
Good morning, Saturday. I’m glad you’re finally here. Although truthfully, I’m never quite sure what to do with you. This morning I woke up and my husband already knew it, that you and I needed the day together. So without even asking, he took the kids out and will entertain them for the next few …
The Friday before a 3 day weekend. It’s been a long week in its own right, but this makes it feel even longer. There is a part of me that has come to dread the weekends. It’s like I have no excuse to feel bad. My husband willingly and graceful gives me a break from …