Marital Talk

I couldn’t exactly come up with the right word for what our weekend could be described with so I just stuck with "stuff".  I wrote last week about how this weekend we unconsciously approaching it much differently than we ever have before.  For instance, on Friday night, I got my manicure and pedicure and that was 2 nights in a row that my  husband handled bedtime without me even being home.  That’s really unusual.  He usually handles the biggest part of bedtime stuff anyway, but the boys always lay on me quite a bit before giving in for bed.  And, I wasn’t around for that.

Then, Saturday morning I ventured out to Walmart with the two boys in tow.  Yes, something I haven’t done in so long that I don’t even recall the last time I did that.  They boys were absolute gems.  I mean, they acted 3 and 5 but you know, you have to do what you have to do.  Once home, the day basically was kind of normal.  Our five-year-old and husband messed around outside where my husband was building a new deck (and tearing down an old one) and my three-year-old and I took a nap.

Napped and I took the boys to a birthday part alone.  I don’t do that either.  If the party had been going to be inside someone’s house, I would never try it.  But, out in the open, where they could run and be loud, I figured I could handle it.  And I did.

Our weekend concluded when we sent the boys to church with my mom and we went for breakfast alone.  Wayne came home to work on the new porch/deck and I headed back into town for a haircut.  And, listen here, it is just doggone cute.

Again, very uncharacteristic of us but I went to my mom’s to stay for a while and then eat lunch.  Wayne kept working on the deck.  Once the boys were home it was a little more difficult because the boys want to play in all the junked up rotten wood.  Only one minor scrape and we were lucky.

Back inside, I did baths (I never do baths) while Wayne finished up outside unloading stuff and putting our front door back on, we painted it.  I put boys to bed (usually his job) and we close the night be watching something he likes on TV while I write. 

So, for a weekend that we didn’t plan out at all (which is unlike me too, I like plans), I think we did a pretty doggone good job of "different".  I guess sometimes diversity is a good thing!