My own weekend

Finally. Weeks and weekends have gone by since I’ve updated the blog. I’ve had obligations to so many others that I cannot remember when I felt a weekend was my own. I promised myself I’d put up an update.

I’m not alone, I’m not on my own. I’m in the center of my home. Kid1 and Kid2 whirl around me. DH is here and there. We check the yard for avocados. I make a run to the farm for my vegetables. We go to piano lessons. We make a run to Safeway. We check the mail. We release butterflies from our little ranch. We tweet. I play Scrabble online. I listen to the wind blow, the roof flexes and creaks, the furchildren check in, demanding scritches and stinky canned food. 

Kid2 & Monarch Butterfly
Kid2 & Monarch Butterfly

It’s satisfying to know we are home, in touch with our family and friends through the Internet, knowing all I have to do is keep my eye on the pot of soup on the stove, sip my sparkling wine, and write.

I could use a pedicure. I probably need a haircut. There’s a lot of laundry that needs to be done. It can wait. I’ve slowed life down, I’m finally having some down time. And I didn’t even have to get sick.

I almost feel guilty, indulging myself like this. Actually, I don’t. The stress will return soon enough. Let this moment last.

By lavagal

Hawaii Kai wife and mom. Melanoma Stage 3a Cancer survivor. English Language Arts teacher, English Learners Coordinator, and Paraprofessional Tutor. Super sub teacher. Dormant triathlete. Road cyclist and Masters swimmer. Gardener. Mrs. Fixit. Random dancer. Music Curator. A teenager trapped in an aging body. Did you know 60 is the new 40? It is.

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