Why does it always seem to be slipping away?
How do we manage it?
And how is it that I never know what to do with any I have to spare?
Because we have been so cooped up this winter (thanks polar vortex), we decided to make a plan for this weekend to ensure we don't let anther slip away with no family fun had.
I secured free aquarium tickets in anticipation of a cold weekend, but Saturday was actually quite mild with some sun. We decided to take advantage and head out for a snow shoe. Our standard 2mile hike turned into 3 or more thanks to a wrong turn made by me. Luckily, W slept the majority of the time and M had a blast frolicking in the snow. E's snow shoe broke about 3/4 of the way through and I started the hike wearing W then realized less than a mile in that I was in no way going to make it out alive if I pretended that wearing a 17lb baby was no extra work, so I passed him off to E.
We actually had a really great afternoon, caught up on a lot of the bigger and little stuff going on in our lives and finally got some fresh air.
After our 3 hour hike, we rewarded ourselves with a trip to the local brewery/pizzeria and had a nice night in.
Today we met some friends for brunch then took advantage of the sleepy baby and his longer than usual nap to relax a little and then I cleaned the house.
Ok I know this all sounds super lame and boring, but I'm getting to the point.
For the first time in recent memory, we enjoyed our weekend. We took time for ourselves. We day drank and we had fun. But now we feel guilty. There's still a pile of laundry to be done. The house is clean, but the meals aren't planned. We fended for ourselves for dinner so now we have no lunches for tomorrow.
It's very easy to feel as though life is somehow punishing us for having some fun. I know we're still adjusting to parenthood and my being back to work, but you'd think we would have it down by now. How on earth does anyone find time to keep their lives in order and enjoy it?
