Weekend’s End

The weekend never truly feels long enough. Even more so when it’s the weekend we lose an hour of our days due to daylight savings time! Whether your weekends have been filled with chaos, great surges of productivity, or long, glorious hours on the couch in your favorite pajamas… we hope it’s been a good one!

(And, we don’t wish chaos upon anyone, but you know how it is… sometimes you just can’t catch any chill!)

Sunday wine 1

(Wine pictured: Oliver Winery’s Creekbend Vineyard – Chambourcin Rose & Traminette. Pure deliciousness.)

Hopefully you’re relaxed and calm as you enter the work week. S and I will be enjoying some of this lovely, low(er)-carb wine from Indiana favorite Oliver Winery. We always support local if we can, and we encourage you to do the same 🙂

(throws peace sign)

Loser

I’m such a bad loser. Most of the time I can feel myself getting angrier if I’m not doing as well as I’d like to be.

Back in high school I was on the varsity bowling team and I would be so annoyed if I scored anything lower than 175; my highest game bowled is 257.

 

I can remember every sour note and terrible solo performance from my high school band days and still haven’t revisited those recordings since then; I graduated in 2005.

Flash forward to today. The people playing Mario Kart online today are ruthless and I’ve been stuck at the back of the pack.

As mentioned above, I could feel myself growing angrier with each shell that met my cart; with each explosion I run into. My subtle bitching turned into silence. Still doing my best, I could see it just wasn’t happening for me today and I’d lost way too many points.

 

I could feel S looking out the corner of his eyes to gauge how agitated I’d become. I suppose it was my turn to be full of rage because of a video game today – usually it’s him!

Oh well. We like to have a couple drinks and play video games to decompress when we’re hanging out at the house. Maybe I’ll do better later.

He’s still playing at the moment. I had to step away.

Margaritas to Monday

The weekends never feel like weekends anymore. Indiana summer has finally arrived and we already feel like every weekend is booked. There’s never any escaping a full summer schedule when you’ve spent all of winter and parts of spring hibernating. I’ve come to terms with this and love any chance to be social nonetheless.

 

Change has ruled the past couple months for S and I. The both of us struggled to stay engaged at our current jobs, but patience proved to be rewarding as we’ve both been promoted – and thank goodness for that. Though S is busy finishing up his master’s in accounting, we finally feel like we can breathe and make some personal progress – as in projects and hobbies – while we navigate professional success.

 

We’ve taken to retreating to the pool after grocery shopping on Sunday mornings. The secret is getting to the pool before the neighborhood families burst zen’s bubble and steal all the good lounge areas. The sun is at its most cruel between the hours of 10am and 2pm. We show up at 11am with towels, sunscreen, and some form of low-carb-alcoholic beverage. It’s the perfect way to relax and dread Monday’s mundane arrival.

 

Sweating out the weekend’s toxins by the pool always leaves me feeling detoxed and refreshed. S will eventually get in the water to cool off, while I continue to bake under the sun – nose buried deep in GQ Magazine most likely. I don’t avoid the water because I haven’t learned to swim. Occasionally I will take a dip and hang in the water with S and/or friends. There’s just something about hanging out by the pool, hiding behind shades, and taking an amazing power nap that complete me in those moments.
Finding time for each other is extremely important. We’re great at hanging out on the couch after a long day of work, but to engage in some summertime relaxation together – even if it is only once a week –  has been pretty nice. S could definitely win an Academy Award for Best Performance in the I Don’t Want Monday to Come category… I just wish I could bring my margarita along when I leave for work Monday morning.