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There’s always next weekend!

I love my son, don’t get me wrong, but I really love his overnight stays with his grandmas.

Last Saturday was no exception. My fiancée, son and I were going to a family birthday party, following which my son would be whisked away by his grandmas and we’d get stuff done at home. We would use our ample free hours that afternoon to clean, plan our wedding and take care of other business.

We haven’t had time for these things on the weekdays recently. I’m on the go for at least fourteen hours before I have a moment’s breather, and my fiancee’s new job takes him away from home anywhere between twelve and seventeen hours a day.

At the end of any given day, the choice between cleaning and popping open a magazine is no choice at all.

It’s all good, though! Weekends are for catching up.

Except . . .


Our son’s gone berserk. Managing him pre-party is a full time job. There’s no time for accomplishing strategic objectives, only making sure the little guy remains in one piece.

We stay at the party much longer than expected. It’s 7:30 by the time we get home. We’re beat.

“Wanna watch some horror?”

“You betcha! We can do stuff tomorrow.”


9 a.m.

We’re awakened not at 5:45 a.m. by our son shouting, “Mommy and Daddy! The sun is up! Rise and shine!” but because our dreams have run their course. Outstanding!

“Should we do . . . something?”

“Sure, later.”

“Sounds good.”

11 a.m.

“Hey, hon?”


“We haven’t really done anything. Should we get to it?”

“I dunno. Do I have to move from the couch?”

“Well, I’m not moving from here!”

“Then I am not a fan.”

“Agreed. Reconvene later?”


I had to look back seven years to find a lounging on the couch photo!

I had to look back seven years to find a lounging on the couch photo!

1 p.m.

“How about now?”

“Naw, we’ve still got plenty of time.”

3 p.m.

“I hate to say this, but our productivity window is shrinking.”

“Ugh. It is, huh? Let’s talk wedding.”

By the time our son reached us an few hours later, we’d planned a little but cleaned nothing. Surveying the weekend passed, I didn’t feel the least bit accomplished.

I wasn’t sweating it then, and I’m not sweating it now. Life is busy, and hard. Stepping out of constant commotion is essential for seeing it is also sweet, beautiful, and better as more than just an endless sequence of to-dos.

I need that downtime, more even then I need room to eat at my dinner table.*

And beside-there’s always next weekend!

* Seriously, have you seen it? It’s supposed to be in
my dining room, but I can’t even find that.

  1. August 22, 2013 at 6:08 am

    Yes Deb. there is always a next weekend; I just hope it would not be like the last one! 🙂

  2. August 22, 2013 at 8:30 am

    Thank you for sharing that. I am a weekend grandkid sitter myself and here I was thinking the kids were working their fingers to the bone with their four kids snuggled over here in Nana and Papa land. Now I see they might be home practicing how they got those four while we are over here getting a work out like we are on The Biggest Loser.

  3. August 22, 2013 at 10:12 am

    I use the time my son’s at his grandparents’ to work around the house, but sure enough once my husband gets home we just lounge around, haha. It’s good to have that time to yourself, especially when the grands don’t mind!

  4. August 22, 2013 at 10:22 am

    Thank goodness it’s not just our table that’s missing!

  5. August 22, 2013 at 10:24 am

    I think it really is important to step away from the constant commotion. We all have such busy lives that sometimes we just need to walk away and get a breath.

  6. August 22, 2013 at 4:04 pm

    Downtime is a gift. There should be more of it. Which of us on our death bed wants to say ‘I wish I had done more cleaning…’ I hope instead to say ‘I am glad I spent time with the people who matter…

  7. August 23, 2013 at 5:24 am

    haha you posted about last weekend on Thursday…so you are reflecting on last weekend and looking forward to this weekend…life moves fast…life’s a blur…sounds like you needed just some down time from everything with the hours you put in.

  8. August 23, 2013 at 10:32 am

    When I was in my early 20s, I didn’t understand “doing nothing.” Now, I find plenty of moments where all I want to do is “nothing.” Truly, that nothing is empowering. Glad you got some alone/together with your fiance time!

  9. August 23, 2013 at 7:27 pm

    Sometimes you just have to say, this is the perfect day…to do nothing.

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