Category: weekend

Set the Tone

I’m never particularly happy when the weekend is over, especially a relaxing and peaceful one like we just had. It rained yesterday, and it was wonderful, staying inside, just watching football, cooking, and snuggling with the Husband Guy.

I won’t lie and pretend that I woke up this morning, pumped up and excited to start a Monday morning. But I look at it like this: Monday is going to come, every single week, whether I want it to or not. So shouldn’t I make the best of it?

Five work days are sprawled out in front of me. Today sets the tone for how the rest of the week goes.

I am heading out soon for lunch with a co-worker and friend, and I am looking forward to that. What are you doing today to set the tone for a good week?

Setback

Sometimes life is not exactly cooperative. When I hurt my knee recently, I thought, okay, well, this sucks, but it will heal up. I will take it slower, limp around, and do what I need to do to take care of it.

Just as my knee finally loosened up, and I could walk semi-normally again, I ended up rushing from work to Urgent Care because I didn’t feel good at all. I left with a prescription for antibiotics, which upset my stomach so bad. I just want to curl in a ball and whimper, but alas, I’m at work instead, waiting for quitting time.

I’m excited for some things we have planned next week, so my focus this weekend will be resting and healing so I can be as close to 100% as possible and able to enjoy myself next week. I’m frustrated but also know that a bad attitude will multiply any problems and make things worse.

I’ve made a lot of positive changes and don’t want to slide back into any bad habits. Ultimately, though, that is completely up to me and in my control. I can let these setbacks toss me onto my butt and leave me there, or I can take a breather, remind myself of my goals, and get myself back to healthy so I can come back kicking.

Happiest

When the alarm went off this morning, I was nowhere near ready to get out of bed yet. I was comfy, cozy, content, snuggled up in my husband’s arms. I smacked the snooze button about half a dozen more times than I should have, just for the luxurious delight of rolling back over, tucking in close to him again a little bit longer.

I have a co-worker who regales me with dramatic tales of the men in her life. It’s entertaining for sure, but I get tired just listening to her! I have to laugh, because I hear her talk about fancy dinners, huge parties, jealousy issues, arguments, expensive trips, and I know she would think my idea of a perfect evening is boring as hell.

I am happiest just being at home with my husband, no grand plans, simply enjoying each other and talking and laughing. An occasional weekend trip is fun, but we are both always happy to get back home. It makes sense, because we have built our home together over many years, and it’s our sanctuary and peaceful place.

Speaking of that, I am eyeing the clock as I type, because it’s nearing quitting time at work. The weekend is promising to be a rainy one, and that is perfectly fine with me. I won’t turn down a drizzly, peaceful morning, sleeping in, no alarm clock, no particular place to be, the whole day waiting just for the two of us.

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