Sushi Night!

My husband and I are very busy people. Two kids, Chris in school full time, working part time, me doing the homeschooling thing, living in a co-op, finding time for our friends......it can get pretty hectic by times (And by 'by times', I mean pretty much constantly). One thing we've always done, for years now, is commit our Friday nights to one another. Barring something special (like a rare "mommy sleepover" for me), we always spend Friday evenings together. We hold off dinner until after Emma and Mo are in bed, and then eat together, enjoy a drink or two, and usually watch a movie. It's a nice little tradition, something to look forward to at the end of the week. Just relaxing together, no expectations, just enjoying good food and each other's company.

Most Friday nights for the past three years, I always make us sushi. We've taken a break from it for a few months, because frankly, I was getting tired of it. It was good to branch out and experiment with other things.

Last night we had sushi again for the first time in months. I'd forgotten how yummy it could be. We also watched "The Notebook", which I'd watched before, but I consider one of the ultimate in romantic movies. Not too sappy, not too corny - hell, even Chris enjoyed it the second time around. I'm embarrassed to report that I was a complete bawl-bag, which really isn't surprising, considering the emotional turmoil I've experienced these last few months. Guess I needed something to cry about other than my own issues. ;)

I love our Friday nights. It's nice knowing, no matter how frazzled and busy the week gets, we've always got that one chunk of time guaranteed for one another. It doesn't really even matter to me what we do - it's good to just have that time to count on, to know that no matter what, we're committed to that, and to each other. Such a seemingly small ritual, with so much deep meaning.

I love you, honey.....

Procrastination

Yes, I know I've told y'all this before - I am a HUGE procrastinator. I'm not proud of this fact, it's simply one of those things about me. I'm not sure where it comes from, exactly. Maybe it's my self-destructive tendencies. Maybe it's a method of distraction. Could it be that I'm just lazy?
More likely it's a mix of all of those things.

On Sunday we leave to go away to a nice little country inn with a big group of friends. We do this every year, and it's wonderful. We get away from the city, bond, have fun, relax, communicate...it's great. I've been craving this vacation since Christmas. With recent events in my life being what they are, this is something that I desperately need. I need a break from "everyday life" so that I can focus a little more on what's really important in my life right now -- which is feeling like a whole and complete person.

I've been procrastinating all week long. I have a million and one things to do before Sunday morning. Yesterday afternoon, instead of making lists, cleaning, packing, or doing any number of other preparations, I spent the afternoon playing dress-up with the girls. When Chris arrived home from class, he found me in a huge afro, with a crown on my head, dressed in a yellow gown.

No, I didn't get any packing done, but the girls and I had a lot more fun. Isn't that what life is all about anyhow?

The packing and preparing will get done, one way or another. The great thing about us procrastinators is that we're GREAT at pulling last-minute miracles out of our asses.