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Lazy Fall Weekend

This weekend was really nice.  I don’t mean to sound so surprised by it, but I’m used to weekend feeling like they are 5 minutes long and Sundays to feel like a sprint to the finish line as we try to cram in laundry, dinner, baths, stories, bedtime, lunch-making, and a smidgen of relaxation before Jimmy and I collapse, unready to face another work week.

Story time with Daddy

This weekend’s pace has felt much slower.  Lethargic, even, and it’s been great.  It may help that after spending three grueling days in class last week, I felt unable to do anything but go slowly this weekend.  We did most of our running around  yesterday, meeting Jimmy’s mother, grandfather, stepfather and brother at IHOP for brunch.

Grandma and Daniel at IHOP. Daniel’s drinking creamer.

Normally I greet Sundays warily due to the fact it is the last day of the weekend AND it is filled with so much to be done from the time I get out of bed until the time I fall back into it.  Today, though, I greeted Sunday wearily.  I woke up bone tired.  I was tired like I had done some sort of strenuous or extremely taxing mental activity yesterday.  I lumbered out of bed this morning, unable to pick up speed.

Daniel was energetic, but he seemed content to play in the kitchen.  The day was gray and cool, the first time it really felt like Autumn.  Instead of finding it grim, I thought it was beautiful.  It added extra weight to our fatigue and the three of us seemed to agree without discussion that it was a perfect day to stay in our pajamas and do very little.   If we were very cunning or flexible, we might not even need to leave the house.

Fireman

Where’s the fire?

And for once, on a Sunday, I felt relaxed.  Calm.  Go-with-the-flow.  Daniel wants to watch 4 Thomas DVDs?  I’m ok with that.  The dishes still aren’t washed?  It’s ok.  The floors aren’t swept? Whatever. We did several loads of laundry (mostly Daniel’s because I bought his Fall wardrobe on Friday).  We placed a few orders online.  Daniel, Jimmy and I played with his cars and trains.  We all cuddled.  I even took a shower and used up all the hot water (that’s not as grand as it sounds; we are having hot water heater issues), something I always intend to do on Sundays but never get to.

Freshly-washed hair and my go-to Fall flannel shirt

I even got to read a lot of NurtureShock this weekend while Jimmy napped.  Daniel himself surprised us by falling asleep late afternoon, just as I was getting ready to get him out of his room from “rest time.”

Daniel’s late afternoon nap may spell trouble for tonight.  Or maybe it won’t.  Maybe some of the peace I’m feeling is the delay in our Sunday routine due to the fact that Daniel’s day care is closed tomorrow, so some of the typical Sunday pressures are absent.  It sort of feels like a semi-holiday for us too.

Or maybe our bodies and psyches needed a quiet day, a day to recharge.  The next several weeks will likely be filled with activities and who knows when we may have a quiet weekend like this again.

***Two Hours Later***

I still didn’t plant the mums, but I did take out my Halloween village.  And Daniel woke up happy and rested after an hour nap.

It’s been a really great day and great weekend. Hopefully the feelings and memories from it will sustain me until we can do it again.

How was your weekend?

Ice cream! And Sprinkles! And Whipped Cream! Sugar High!!!!!

Lazy Friend

I don’t think I’ve made it a secret that 2011 has not been a very good year for my family: death, cancer, job worries, serious pet health issues and now two months of illness for me and J.  As a matter of fact, I returned to Urgent Care this afternoon to receive a second round of antibiotics for the sinus infection that will not quit as well as the chirpy advice that maybe it’s also seasonal allergies, something from which I’ve never suffered so severely.  I roll my eyes at the suggestion, but I probably shouldn’t because nothing has been normal this year.  Why not seasonal allergies???

There have been other losses this year.  BFF Katie up and moved to Florida in May.  I could resent the hell out of that move since she went from living 15 minutes away to a zillion hours away, but after being apart from her husband and being the sole caregiver of her daughter for 9 months, I was happy to see the family reunited.  But still, Florida!!!  I hope that they return in a few years, and in the meantime, we have blogs, emails and texts to keep up with each other (because I think we both share a mutual hatred of the phone).

And then today, I received some awful news at work.  Kimberly, my work BFF, my fellow prisoner in the next cell, informed me she was leaving the organization in two weeks.  I was shocked and devastated and sad, yet not really surprised.  Sometimes intuition works for me, and I had – if not been expecting that announcement – prepared myself for the possibility.

Kimberly joined the organization almost 5 years ago.  I was privileged to be on the hiring committee, and I liked her right away. I had no idea that when Ivoted to hire her that she would become one of my closest friends.  I wrote recently about her style, but there is so much more I admire about her.  Have you ever met someone who seems so your opposite but you admired that about them?  That’s how I felt. I am straight-laced.  Kimberly’s a rebel. Her appearance seems effortless and chic while I felt that I could work for hours and still look haphazard.  Thoughtwise, when I zigged, she zagged.  She was just different, and I loved that!  We also bonded because we both come from messy families, and it is so necessary to have others around you who understand that family dynamics aren’t always roses and sunshine. 

A few months ago, she moved into the office next to mine, and it was great!  Yeah, we may have Skyped instead of walking the three feet to our offices, but that’s ok. And now she’s leaving 😦  I am very happy for her and wish her nothing but success.  I also hope we can keep in touch.

That keeping in touch part is what I’m worried about.  See, I kind of suck at that, which comes as a surprise since I always feel lonely and on the fringe.  I probably wouldn’t consider myself a good friend.  There.  I said it.

I don’t like the phone.  I prefer emailing or texting or tweeting even.  And I wonder what that says about me.  Why didn’t I see Katie more when she lived 15 minutes away?  Why weren’t we inseparable?  And now, I read her posts about the new friends she’s making, and I feel jealous, yet it’s my fault for not taking advantage of the opportunities we had.

BFF Amber, if you’re reading this, I’ve received your emails.  I’ve thought of a thousand replies, but I haven’t managed to email you yet.  I suck.  It would take 2 minutes to reply.  Argh.  Replies coming soon. It’s nothing you’ve done.

I moan about not having more mommy friends with whom to have play dates for Daniel, yet I have email addresses for two, and I’ve never emailed them.  WHY NOT???? Excuses, excuses.  I’m such a coward.  No, I’m lazy.

To my friends, I apologize for being a lazy friend.  I hope to be a better friend in the future.