Sometimes our "weekend" isn't at the same time as everyone else's.
It's an occupational hazard of being married to a guy who sacrificially works days, nights, weekends and holidays in a rotating fashion and
sometimes it does bite.
To be sure, when we have a Friday night that brings the start of a long stretch of work
for the hubby
and a long stretch of semi-solitude for us here at the house
it can feel unfair
when everyone else is celebrating and kicking back for the weekend.
But when we have a day or two or three in the middle of the work week when everyone else is
slaving away at work
and we are lying around lazily and napping and playing
it does feel luxurious.
I freely admit we love that.
It's weird - but it's our reality and we're used to it.
This week we used our "weekend" to visit the children's museum here in town
which our boys totally love.
They excavated dinosaur bones, sent boats down a stream, made clay pizzas, met up with Curious George, worked simple machines and danced to music.
And then we walked around downtown in some lovely weather
and all noshed on some cheesburgers.
You should know the picture of the Two of Us cracking up was not staged - we were actually cracking up at me.
This Writer cannot seem to find the right button when I try to snap a self-portrait...time and again I switch the camera off so we watch the lens retract instead of flash.
It's an unbreakable habit.
He finds this hilarious.
It was a GREAT "weekend"!!!