Sometimes I find long weekends too long. Hello, first world problem that I should never say out loud. Normally I love long weekends, especially in summer when we can go to the beach and do other fun outdoors things. I also love them if I have a project or task that provides direction and focus. But a cold November weekend with no plans and all five of us in the house can drag on. Spencer and Neve had no school on Friday, so that makes it four days of staring at each other and our four walls. It feels like all we’re doing is eating. Sometimes we’re not finished cleaning up from the last meal before the next meal starts. Neve often complains that we don’t have enough “sit-down” suppers, but even she commented on how many we had this weekend.
I always say I’m not one of those people who needs to be doing something all the time, but I’m starting to wonder. As much I say I love to sit and read a book, after about five minutes, I get restless. Maybe that’s why I have three books on the go at the same time, all of which are taking me very long to get through (years, in one case). These are some of the things I’ve done this weekend, all in short spurts: played games with the kids, taught Chloe how to crochet, took the kids swimming, did lots of Sudoku, did laundry, made peanut butter rice krispie squares, went for a run, applied for new passports, ordered and picked up photo prints, wrote two letters, did yoga, Christmas shopped - both online and in-store, made two trips to Tutti-Frutti, went to a movie (Captain Phillips) and out for dinner with Dale, put together our Operation Christmas Child shoeboxes, had two movie nights with the kids, learned how to create a website, and went through some bins of clothes. Oh yeah, and I read two of my books, plus a different one that I’m reading to Neve. Every time I looked at the clock, I couldn't believe it was still so early.