Weekend. Loooonnnngggg weekend.
I have a love/hate relationship with long weekends. Mostly hate, I think. Especially when the extra day is a Monday. Monday is my day to get back in gear - start the laundry, pick up all the crap that has accumulated on my kitchen counter, sweep, organize - reclaim my space in the house that all these other bodies have been violating... Today is Monday, and I can't really do any of that. After all, all the bodies are still here.
Asia's idea of a perfect weekend is: watch tennis, play tennis, play some brain-melting video game, watch some more tennis, eat some Safeway Chinese, watch at least 3 episodes of some old "Star Trek: The Next Generation" or "Law and Order", then maybe take the kids for a walk to the park.
My definition of a perfect weekend? Garage sale-ing, a little shopping, attending some sort of cultural or civic event, sleeping in, a little home improvement, maybe, a little time in my room to create, great meals made at home with friends, coffee and a paper...
See, we're pretty much polar opposites on the weekends. I want to do, and Asia wants to do nothing. So we co-exist, with our differing opinions on what makes a weekend wonderful, but usually there's a little tension (always coming from me, because I can't stand to watch him waste away in front of the television.)
So today will be another day of me wanting to get out and do something, and Asia being perfectly content with watching the U.S. Open - it's that time again - Grand Slam tourney time in our house is always a tennis-watch-o-rama. I'm used to it after 13 years of marriage, but the best I can say is that I tolerate it.
I'll leave you with some random images from our weekend thus far. I'm totally addicted to taking pictures of every day stuff... (The Lego one is a Starbucks S. created - see the little barista making the latte at the counter? How freaking cute is that?)
I have a love/hate relationship with long weekends. Mostly hate, I think. Especially when the extra day is a Monday. Monday is my day to get back in gear - start the laundry, pick up all the crap that has accumulated on my kitchen counter, sweep, organize - reclaim my space in the house that all these other bodies have been violating... Today is Monday, and I can't really do any of that. After all, all the bodies are still here.
Asia's idea of a perfect weekend is: watch tennis, play tennis, play some brain-melting video game, watch some more tennis, eat some Safeway Chinese, watch at least 3 episodes of some old "Star Trek: The Next Generation" or "Law and Order", then maybe take the kids for a walk to the park.
My definition of a perfect weekend? Garage sale-ing, a little shopping, attending some sort of cultural or civic event, sleeping in, a little home improvement, maybe, a little time in my room to create, great meals made at home with friends, coffee and a paper...
See, we're pretty much polar opposites on the weekends. I want to do, and Asia wants to do nothing. So we co-exist, with our differing opinions on what makes a weekend wonderful, but usually there's a little tension (always coming from me, because I can't stand to watch him waste away in front of the television.)
So today will be another day of me wanting to get out and do something, and Asia being perfectly content with watching the U.S. Open - it's that time again - Grand Slam tourney time in our house is always a tennis-watch-o-rama. I'm used to it after 13 years of marriage, but the best I can say is that I tolerate it.
I'll leave you with some random images from our weekend thus far. I'm totally addicted to taking pictures of every day stuff... (The Lego one is a Starbucks S. created - see the little barista making the latte at the counter? How freaking cute is that?)
Hey Cathy, I am with you on the longness of long weekends - Paul throws a nap into it- arghhhh! It is 5:00pm and Kez said, "mom, I am still in my pajamas today." WELL NOT TOMORROW-HE,HE,HE (evil laugh)"Be off with you to school and just try going in your pajamas!!!"
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