Some Scenes From The Weekend

The cadence of our weekends are so different since I started my new job. It used to be that my weekdays were largely spent holed up in an office in the suburbs of Dallas or frantically working at home. Come week's end, I was itching to break free, craving creative human contact in the worst way. We'd pick the girlies up from school Friday afternoon and head out to a restaurant or have friends over for dinner. Then the roster-o-inspiring activities would kick in... the museum, some vintage shops, a day trip to Ft. Worth. I just wanted to do, see, soak in.

Nonstop.

Now I do, see, soak in all week long. I'm constantly absorbing, flexing (or at least attempting to flex) my creative muscles. By the weekend I want to watch a sitcom and eat fast food. (Just kidding!!) But I do want to hunker down at home and regroup. I've officially become a "weekend domestic arts specialist." How do you like that title? I rearrange little vignettes around the house, cook, water plants, spruce, sweep, do laundry. (Heck, yesterday I even ironed, and I never iron.) If I do venture out, it's to hit the grocery or make goodwill runs. This weekend I literally didn't leave the house (at all) until 5:00 yesterday afternoon when Millie and I joined a group of her buddies for a mother/daughter dinner date.

I'm not gonna lie, after two days of partaking in the domestic arts, I feel a little pent up, but then all of the sudden it's Monday and I get to go, go, go again.

I love it when things just sort of work out like that. It's a good thing. I am grateful.