I know it’s a concept that most of us learn when we’re young in regards to sharing toys and games and time on Mom’s lap, which is no fun for anyone.
But the idea of taking turns with household chores, and special attention to one another is one that’s been on my mind all weekend.
To make a long story, short, this weekend was busy.
busy, Busy, BUSY.
Friday night was supposed to be “date night in” with meatloaf and potatoes.
Instead, I found out at about 3:00 that we were headed to a fancy benefit dinner for a charity awards banquet. Wyatt got two free tickets courtesy of his job.
It was a super fancy dinner. I felt like a real grown up that night. A fancy grown up in the big, fancy, grown-up city. Did I mention it was fancy?
We had cocktails at the open bar, some pretty delicious dinner and a super delicious dessert, and sat back to watch the awards and speeches.
Getting all dressed up was certainly no how we planned to spend the night, but it was fun!
We spent the night with some friends from Hubs’ work and had a great time.
Saturday morning at 5:00am, I woke up feeling pretty sick (and no, it wasn’t from the open bar the night before…)
So at 9:00, we headed to the doctor and got a prescription. Suddenly the weekend went from super fun and busy to a little harder to manage.
So we changed gears a little bit and I spent more time on the couch trying to feel better while Hubs got things ready for the rest of the day.
There wasn’t time to really rest up, thought, because we had an indoor soccer game around noon, and tickets to the Royals game that night.
Yup, that's me, in a Royals shirt. Living in KC is certainly proving to be an interesting experience!
They lost, which is a bit of a bummer, but we had a good time and enjoyed the sunshine and ballpark hotdogs. We ended up leaving early because I was tired and ready for bed.
Sunday I woke up feeling much better than the previous 24 hours, but still not great. We got to sleep a little later, but had to get on the road to Springfield to catch the minor league cardinals game we were planning to enjoy with my sister, brother-in-law, grandpa and cousins.
The trip was great, the game was fun, and the day was overall, a fun Sunday.
(I LOVE having my weekends off. I’m on the job hunt again after quitting Job#2, but I’m happy to be free to enjoy days off together.)
Sorry no pictures of the game, but we did get to see the Cardinals’ World Series trophy that was on display at the stadium for the weekend.
Sorry about the random people in the photo, I didn't want to wait in line to see it up close.
We made it home at a good time since it was an afternoon game, but there wasn’t time for a grocery trip run (it was supposed to be Friday night after the meatloaf…but that didn’t happen, clearly.) so we had pizza.
And we did some house-hunting. And just chilled out on the coach until bed.
This morning I woke up feeling better again, but still not 100 percent well, and I’m thankful Job#3 is only three days a week and that I finished most work for Job#1 on Friday.
That means I have all day today to rest, clean up our messy home after our weekend craziness, and keep recovering.
Throughout the weekend, I was reminded of just how much taking turns has a place in marriage. It was Hubs’ turn to do more laundry, do more kitchen-clean up, and do more taking care of me.
He’s quick to hold my hand, help make me to feel better, no matter how much I dislike the medicine or whatever I need to do…and take out the trash.
And the best part about marriage is that I don’t have to feel guilty for soaking up his attention and care, because the next time he’s sick, it will be my turn to take care of him.
Sharing isn’t so bad after all.
