Tomorrow is President’s Day, and my husband is one of the lucky people who have the day off. He doesn’t even work for the government. He works for a nonprofit.
I could use one more day of the weekend, too. To be more productive. Or a little more lazy. Or have a little more fun.
Weekends seem to fall into only one of those three categories, don’t they? Crazy fun, crazy productive or crazy lazy.
I’ve found it impossible to have a crazy fun and productive weekend. And similarly, I’ve rarely had a lovely lazy weekend and gotten tons of chores done. After all, there are only three evenings and two full days to work with.
Last weekend was one of the most crazy fun ones I’ve had in a while. Here’s a taste:
First Valentine’s Day party in 17 years. Complete with interesting peeps, great pals and love potion cocktails.
Cookie exchange party with lovely ladies
Interpol show with the hubs (he hates when I call him that)
Brunch + bloody mary flights with some good pals
Which category did this weekend fall in? None of the above, really. Tackled a mountain of laundry, went grocery shopping, drank wine with some lovely people, brunched, enjoyed some alone time.
But one more day could create a tipping point into either crazy fun, crazy productive or crazy lazy.