I've got a really busy weekend ahead with all fun things, but not much down time until Sunday. How funny that most of the summer has been not so busy and August feel frenetic already. That's ok--I hope to get in as much fun as possible before it turns cool.
My parents are about to purchase a lake-side cottage just outside our city, so yahoo! It will be wonderful to have them so close for long periods of time in the summer but they will have their own space and we won't all be jammed into our tiny house. They also plan to have other family members use it throughout the summer, so we'll get lots of visitors nearby and enjoy the lake, too. Yippee!
Tonight we're headed out to the place they are renting for this week. I plan to take the portable crib so we can put Molly to bed after dinner and then have some conversation time with them. Very nice....
The only downside of the weekend is I decided to come to work on Sunday for a few hours because I have to leave early today and come in late on Monday so I need to catch up with a few projects. Nothing mind-bending, but just some clean up stuff for the coming week.
Have a great summer weekend!
Today's issue of salon.com
was wonderful lunch reading at my desk.
I found the story about the marathon runner/mother
particularly wonderful. She talks about how long-distance running at dawn is how she connects with herself and her own needs, since being a mother is all about taking care of a small person's needs.
I hear ya, sister.
Running also affords her useful amounts of solitude to feed her soul. I couldn't agree more. That's what I miss the most about my "old" lifestyle: solitude. Ever since I can remember, I have always needed a good amount of solitude or "down time" to myself. I've never been one of those people who filled my life with social events or boyfriends so I wouldn't have to be alone with my own thoughts.
Sometimes my own thoughts were the best company I could find, not to put too fine a point on it.
I'm definitely a social creature who needs to be a solitary creature now and then. This probably helps explain why I married my husband, who is an introvert, albeit a perfectly friendly and sociable person, as well.
So, I finagle my way into alone time whenever I can. Ed and I half-jokingly refer to time alone as "me time," to borrow a phrase from women's magazines.
Every night after Molly and I go to bed (she at 8, me at 10), Ed has his "me time." From what I can tell, he watches TV (CNN and the History Channel seem to be two favorites), reads (lots of thick books about American history--did I mention he is an historian?--or the new issue of The New Yorker or Newsweek), and eats ice cream. He also runs the dishwasher and picks up the toys off the living room floor (both of which can easily be done while watching CNN, I might add).
So, I guess if I REALLY want some "me time" on a regular basis, I can get up at 6am.
Been done by millions of women (esp. writers like Sylvia Plath and Bharati Mukherjee) with kids over the years.
Meanwhile, I'll take what I can get on the weekends when Ed takes Molly to the park, the grocery store, wherever.
I don't care. I just want some quiet alone time, thank you very much. Some "me time."
The best part of it is that I'm always happy to see them leave and yet also happy to see them come home.
Late this afternoon I have my annual review with my boss.
I have mixed feelings--dreading it because of misunderstandings between us that happened about a year ago and looking forward to it because of wanting to clear up any lingering misunderstandings.
I also want to get it over with but also want to have a chance to say what I need to say.
So, we'll see how it goes.
The Best Laid Plans....
Friday and Monday were supposed to be "catch up" days at my job, for we have just begun getting ready for our "busy season" (aka the academic year), but I left work on Friday feeling sick.
I was in bed all weekend (or most of it anyway) with a yucky bad cold, but I'm finally coming out of the haze. Molly got a touch of the cold, too, but seems better now.
Our weekend plans were totally low-key, so I didn't have to reschedule anything. On Saturday, Ed took Molly to a Celtic festival and met up with his brother and niece, so they had fun and I had a nice, quiet house to sleep and rest and watch a really bad movie on Lifetime TV.
Our next 4-6 weekends are really busy with all kinds of fun stuff--kind of the last hurrah of the summer.
We've got my immediate family in town (parents in town for two weeks at a lake-side cottage just outside the city and my brother and his family are staying at my aunt's cottage not too far from that).
We're also hosting a welcome home party on Saturday for our good friends Keri and Dan who just got back from over 2 months of backpacking through Asia and Russia. Their emails from abroad were fascinating and they managed to find Internet cafes to write home from, even in Tibet. Impressive!
Next weekend we've got our big yard sale and a family reunion, and then the weekend after that we've got a wedding reception and birthday party and then Labor Day weekend we'll be camping on Manitou Island sans Molly
I'm really looking forward to camping on this somewhat remote island because my prior camping experiences have not really been "roughing it," so now I get to see what it's like. No showers, Ed reminded me. That's okay, I'm thinking, because there are no mirrors, either.
I can't believe summer is almost over. I intend to try to enjoy these last weeks of it as much as possible. Eating more ice cream could definitely help that along...