Everybody (Else) Is Working For The Weekend

SOmeday reAading weekend relaxingEvery Friday (I think), I get an email from Amazon telling me what’s new on Prime that I can watch on the weekend. I also get updates from a couple of local independent theaters letting me know what’s playing on their screens. Oh, and usually somewhere around Wednesday, my husband will start talking about what we’re going to do on the weekend.

All I can think is, obviously I am way out of touch with the rest of the world. Because my weekends stopped being relaxing around October of 1989, which just so happens to be when my first kid was born. Coincidence? I’ll let you decide.

Oh, I do love that joyful feeling of crawling into bed on Friday night without setting the alarm. Weekend meals are a little more relaxed as well – a night of pizza, a lot of leftovers – so that’s a bonus.

But other than that, my weekends are full. For example, here’s what’s on the schedule this coming Saturday and Sunday:

  • selling pumpkins at my church’s annual sale
  • dance lesson for eldest daughter
  • voice lesson for eldest daughter
  • groceries
  • ghost walk through my village (Seriously excited about that one)
  • help eldest daughter make a spreadsheet for the schools she’s applying to
  • prep for/teach Sunday School
  • attend church
  • help youngest daughter with homework
  • and the usual cooking, cleaning, etc that goes into life

To top it off, my husband is on call beginning Friday night. So at any point, night or day, I’ll need to be ready to shift my plans to accommodate him needing to run to a nearby courthouse and represent someone.

The thing is, everyone’s weekends seem like this, at least among my friends. I don’t know anyone who is able to binge watch something on Netflix, or who can plan on more than a couple of hours of fun activities over the weekend. As for flopping down on the sofa with a good book? I try. I do. And if I’m lucky, I’ll manage more than five minutes before I am needed by a kid/cat/husband.

I have hope, though. On Wednesday afternoons, when I volunteer at the local library cafe, I hear the senior citizens talking about the books they’ve read and the movies they’ve seen. It’s like a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel, reminding me that life has seasons, and I am (still) in the Family First one. And that, most of the time, I’m glad to be here.

But you know, a little preview wouldn’t be amiss 🙂

 

 

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Thursday Thoughts: Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!Not only are we still barely into the academic year (at least in my area), but this week, we also celebrated Rosh Hashana, the Jewish New Year. Maybe it’s just me, but I find this a much more seemly time to start a new year than smack dab in the middle of winter. There’s something about back to school, new books, and gearing up after a long summer that puts me in mind of beginnings. Add in our family’s Rosh Hashana celebration, and yep. Let the rest of the world turn in January. I’m diving in now.

 

There’s no confetti or fireworks, but there are still traditions. Our family always has a special meal for Rosh Hashana – round challah, probably a brisket, always an apple pie. We eat apples with honey for a sweet new year. We take turns trying to get sound out of our assortment of shofars (ram’s horns).

Then there are the traditions that aren’t religiously based, but which center around the academic year. The start of programming at my church; the annual stocking up on school supplies; the paperwork. (Okay, not fun, but still a tradition!)

For myself, I always set goals at this time of year. It just feels right. I’ll do some in January as well, but honestly, this is where it all starts for me. This is when I have the longest stretch of time spreading out in front of me. This is when life picks up the pace after the heat and relaxation of summer. This is when my brain starts to function again after the numbness of summer vacation 🙂

This is when – and where – I begin.