It still amazes me that as I age like fine wine or cheese (I love cheese) how things change. For the record I have to say that my husband and I had an amazing weekend. We were invited to the wedding of a friend in Lockwood, California. For those of you who have never heard of Lockwood it’s probably because the population is only like 250 people. It was like being in a completely different world. The amount of land and rolling hills and pastures we saw was incredible, not to mention the refreshing dip in the lake; which I had to pass on for “other” issues, but my feet and legs were refreshed. I would take the 4 hour drive again in a heart beat, but there is nothing like the feeling of getting home….
I’ve realized the older I get how much I love my home and my time. I remember the times when the last place I wanted to be was home and when I’d make sure to completely book my weekend so I could get the “most” out of it and recently, I’ve had a 180 degree change. I work 40-50 hours a week and I know I don’t have to tell you that those 2 very short days between Friday afternoon and Monday morning are all I have for me. Every once in a while it’s nice to make plans and hang out with friends, but the majority of my weekends from now on are going to be for me. I think I deserve it. In fact I think we all deserve it. We work hard as employees, mothers, daughters and friends. Friday night comes around and when I get home all I want to do is plan “Nothing”. I want to wake up when ever I wake up, have breakfast with my husband/family, clean my house (I know that sounds crazy, but I get such delight after I clean), go to yoga, do laundry and even do the grocery shopping for the week. Sounds like a lot, right?? Well, it is and after all that I feel productive and ready to enjoy my Saturday evening (which most times I can’t b/c I have to be in LA), but on those Saturday evenings that are left for me to fill; OMG….it’s wonderful! And don’t get me started on Sunday…too late….I LOVE SUNDAY’S. I don’t know how or why it is but most Sundays are beautiful. Perfect weather for the beach or pool or just an afternoon snooze on the couch next to an opened window…ahhhhhhhhhh….I could do that right now.
Gone are the days of rushing around and meeting friends and hanging out with groups of people who don’t know what they want to do with their precious time, well, maybe not completely gone. And rumor has it that when kids come along, weekends are non existant; which I will welcome graciously and with open arms, but until then, look out Saturday and Sunday because I’m going to take full advantage!