I’m starting to enjoy my weekends.
I’ve got the dryer running through the load of laundry with jeans … again … and I’m kicking back in the recliner with my foot elevated. The dryer’s old (we bought it when Hub got back to the States after his remote in Korea back in the early 90’s … ) and isn’t doing it’s job as well as it used to. So the extra dry-cycle is giving me a few minutes for reflection.
I haven’t brewed my coffee yet this morning, there’s no rush. Heck, I didn’t put a pot on until late yesterday morning while I was talking to Mum. I sipped coffee yesterday over lunch, which explains why I didn’t need my mid-afternoon nap. I just figured this out? I’m such a dork.
I used to hate the weekend. Once upon a time my weekends were so busy I needed weekends to recouperate from my weekends! My weekends this school year began as two days of doing absolutely nothing simply because I had no energy to do anything come Saturday and all I could do was sleep for almost two days straight before beginning the cycle all over again Monday morning.
I can’t place my finger on the moment I began to enjoy my two days off, but I know now that I do.
I’ve always enjoyed getting up before sunrise and watching the world around me wake. Right now, the poochies are all sprawled out sound asleep; Hub won’t be up for a couple more hours, and I have the whole house to myself. It’s nice.
There are things that need to be done like house cleaning and yard work but they can wait.
I am … right now … content.
Hub & I are going to pull the bikes out a little later and go exploring. He wants to grill tonite & asked if I’d make a potato salad. Sounds a lot like work, but that’s okay.
I still have my morning.
And sometimes, that’s all I really need. 🙂