It feels like the husband and I have been going nonstop since the beginning of the year. If it wasn’t a visitor, it was work, social obligations, or big chores that needed to be done. Memorial Day weekend was probably the most relaxing one we’ve had in a while. But this weekend is our last weekend alone for about two or three weekends (my brother arrives Saturday next), so we’re going to chillax and enjoy it.
Other than the usual chores (working out, grocery-store shopping), not much is on our plates. The next two days look to be lovely weather-wise, so I’m hoping to get outside for reading sessions in the sun. I’m starting Anthony Marra’s A Constellation of Vital Phenomena, which has gotten tremendous praise since it came out last year. Fingers crossed it gets reviewed on this blog sometime soon.
Of course, it’s Father’s Day this weekend, so a call will be made to my dad. I’m not sure if the husband’s calling his — they’re still traveling and at a conference. My call will be a long chunk of time given that calls to my family are always long chunks of time. But if anyone deserves to have a great Father’s Day, it’s my dad. He’s a fantastic father who went through a lot as a child but still did right by his own kids.
My husband is traveling on Monday, though, so I’ll be by my lonesome until Thursday evening. He’s worried per usual: left to my own devices I’m something of a lazy chef. Cereal for dinner? Or just two pieces of toasted bread? ‘Kay! Mac ‘n cheese leftovers? Dude, sign me up. A mishmash of a dinner that involves cheese slices, fruit, and bread? Fine. If we weren’t together, I’d be about 20 pounds lighter. (I’ll take the weight, thanks.)
But he’s already told me he’s cooking up a batch of something for me to have while he’s away. We’re all up in this role reversal thing. Part of his weekend will be spent cooking (happily, I might add) while I dawdle on the couch (not playing video games, though … unless you count Bejeweled because apparently it’s still the early 2000s in my mind).
I’m looking forward to a weekend of nothing. With my brother here, he’s sure to be out and about looking for a place, but the vibe at home will be different for a little while. The first weekend in July my husband will be leaving again for a trip and won’t return until the following weekend. It’ll be more than a month before we have a quiet weekend to ourselves. Ay!
Time to make the most out of this one.