Working for the Weekend, Not Through the Weekend
You know the old song, “Working for the Weekend”? Operative word is for, not through.
I have never been the one to answer the call of housework when there is something else I could be doing, and this past weekend was no exception.
On Saturday, we did have to go and do grocery and bank errands early in the morning, but we got sidetracked as well visiting a couple of antique stores and pawn shops. We rarely buy anything, as we didn’t on Saturday, but I still like to go “junking.”
On Sunday, we had a zillion things we could have been doing around the house – spring cleaning, finishing the clothes rotation, laundry, yard work, installing the window air unit…the list goes on.
Dale said, “There’s so much I need to be doing, but this is sure fun.”
Yes, it was. We both caught fish and, more importantly, caught a little peace. When there’s a fog rolling over the lake and surrounding mountains, and there’s nothing to hear but the crickets, quail and whippoorwills, you cannot help but find your zen.
When we got home in the early afternoon, I did start and finish three loads of laundry, but the only thing I was regretting not getting done earlier was putting in the window air unit. By the time Dale got that in and we got the house cooled down, I was seriously having some major hot flashes.
But I survived, and the chores can all wait. Our house is so small, we can work together and clean it one night after work this week in an hour or less.
More importantly, we made some more memories instead of doing work. That’s what Living Large is all about.
We have some plans for the Memorial Day weekend, a mixture of chores and fun, how about you?