Before Rose was born, I always looked forward to weekends. Since going back to work full time a few months ago, though, weekends have become immeasurably precious to me. Weekends are the time when catching up on sleep becomes a real possibility. Weekends provide me a chance to reconnect with my husband after a week full of hard work and different schedules. Instead of one hour with an exhausted Rose each day, I'm given hours upon hours of all sorts of Rose. I don't have to worry about pumping every three hours of the day. I am able to fit in social engagements and catch up with friends. In theory, I could go for a run two days in a row. Laundry gets done. The apartment is restocked with food. I don't have to wash any bottles. I get to watch football, or read a book, or just sit. If it wasn't for weekends, I think I would be buried alive under the small messes that slowly pile up during the week. If it wasn't for weekends, I would never have a chance to be all that I can be as a wife and a mom. Weekends slow me down.
My absolute favorite part of the weekend is spending time with Trevor and Rose. Sometimes it's five minutes with the three of us sitting on the floor together pat, pat, patting and clap, clap, clapping. Or two hours in the car driving to a Beaver game. Or sharing dinner with friends or family. Or napping in unison. These are the moments when time slows down enough for me to savor life as it passes by. These are the moments when I really feel how lucky I am.
This weekend I was able to do all of these things and more. An average weekend to an outsider, but an extraordinary one for me. Saturday morning Rose and I took a long nap together while Trevor finished up a work project. I woke up first and had the pleasure of just sitting and watching my baby sleep.
When Trevor returned home, we piled into the car and drove to Corvallis for the Beaver game. Rose got to spend some quality time with her aunt and cousins while we went to the game. On the way home, we shared dinner with Grandma and Grandpa Livingston at their favorite Chinese restaurant, let's just call it - Happy Panda. Saturday night we were all in bed by 8:30 (see: catching up on sleep, above). Sunday was the slow kind of day, where many quality moments of just being happened. And Sunday night we got to share a relaxing dinner with our friends Matt and Ali, and Rose got to hang out with her buddy, Grady. Luckily for Rose, Grady was just as interested in making moves on Rose as she was on him - providing many good laughs for the adults. Sadly, wrapped up in all the entertainment, I forgot to use my camera.
Today, as I rush home from work, do my best to get Rose to bed before melt down, wash the daily bottles, find something for dinner, and finally fall into bed, I have this wonderfully average weekend, and the promise of another in a few days, to keep me going. Thank you weekends!