When Hank and I were first married, I 'bout drove him crazy on Saturday mornings. I wanted to go...go shopping, go to the market, go to the movies, go out to eat. When the children came along, I could still keep up a pretty good pace. Early on, they learned to appreciate the wonderful culinary experiences of Charleston as well as the King Street shopping scene. I guess we ought not complain about their fondness for the high life, at least in South Carolina Lowcountry terms. No question...our kids like to live large...but that's beside the point.
The point is that these days, I want to stay home on Saturdays...except during football season. We're crazy busy during the week...but no more crazy busy than when we were working and raising children, running the road almost every afternoon to lessons and practices and games and competitions. I guess we're just getting old. Last night as Hank was kicked back in his chair and I collapsed on the sofa, I remarked, "Lordy...I don't know why I'm so tired." Hank confirmed my suspicions by replying, "You're almost 50."
THIS from the man who is almost 53!
I threw a pillow at him. Then I feel asleep by 8:15 while we were watching The Mentalist on DVR.
In my defense, he started snoring before I fell asleep.
Today has been a quiet Saturday. Hank went to Hometown to start cleaning out things in his mother's house as she prepares to move to Green Grove in a couple of weeks. I stayed home and wrote two article reviews and created a promotional PowerPoint for a grad course I'm taking. It's been a busy day...but a quiet day. I worked in sweats and didn't put on any makeup. I didn't leave the house. I loved it....except for the writing and creating part, but that's all done.
Life is good...