Out

In my last post, I wrote about how out of balance I feel lately. I let a busier-than-usual schedule overwhelm me and continued to react to it as if someone precious was taken from me. I have a hard time letting go when I feel like an injustice has befallen me. And I was today years old when I realized that it's not the fact that these things happen to me, but that I have really ineffective coping mechanisms that make me hang onto things much longer than I should. This keeps me stuck in a place I don't want to be. One of the things I didn't plan for was what a change it would be for me now that my husband doesn't work weekends. He used to work every other weekend, which meant I had time to myself to do whatever I needed, rest, write, watch chick flicks, read etc. I am a homebody and my husband starts getting restless if it gets to be 10 A.M and he hasn't left the house. I will say that, though I am always reluctant to go do a bunch of stuff, when I do I am almost always happy I did. But it's always at a compromise for what else I'm not getting done. One thing that always accompanies our little day trips is eating out. And now that my husband's done with work at 2:30 on Fridays, he likes it if the two of us go out for a bite to eat and a cocktail. OK. I get it, Friday night feels good, and I have given in to the feeling of letting go for the weekend. The problem is, once you get me started, I have a hard time stopping come Monday morning. So we ate out 3 times this weekend. Typically I like to stay home on Sunday and make it low key so I feel rested for the coming week. But my husband knows my sweet spot is going to look for beach glass at a certain beach about 30 minutes away, and finally enough snow has melted to make it worth the trip. He suggested we go there on Sunday and I couldn't resist. Then we went to eat at some bar and grill and it was heavy and greasy and I got to a point where I was do over greasy food that takes hours and hours to feel like it's digesting. After our lunch we started heading toward home. It was mid-afternoon and I was struggling to keep my eyes open driving home. I was looking forward to getting home, cleaning my beach treasure and taking a nap. My husband jolted me awake in thr car by asking, "Do you want to see a peacock?" Me being and animal (and in particular bird) lover, I said "Yeah, I like peacocks!" We found ourselves at a tiny zoo inside a bigger park system with a river and wooded trails. The only animals they had out were peacocks, goats, deer and a lamb, but we certainly had fun. I was still *yawn* ready for a nap, but the chilly air after that greasy meal was refreshing at least. And, peacocks!

So it was yet another time when my husband knew what was better for me than I did. Good thing I listen to him most of the time!