|Honeymoons as annual events
||[Sep. 5th, 2003|04:24 pm]
Ferrett and I are off to Amish country for the weekend, carving out a brief moment to our selves before the grind of the school year completely sets in.
When I look back over the summer, I can cheerfully pronounce it a success in everything except leisure time. We spent good time with the kids, and with friends – though not all the friends that we might have. Everyone was really busy this year, and the weeks flew by. Between the plans of other friends and Ferrett’s nonstop weekend travel schedule, we had not one single weekend alone together.
Couples need them. But we both have so much work to do on the weekends these days that we can’t even stay home and get it – inevitably one or the other of us will drift to the computer. Even if we closed those doors and forbade ourselves from it, the unavoidable fact of dishes and laundry and housework call. It’s not just us; it’s a fact of everyone’s lives. There is always vastly more that needs doing than there is time in which to do it.
So in order to get some time to ourselves, time that we will spend focused on each other and not on work or homework or chores, we are running away from home for the weekend. It’s ostensibly our anniversary (though I am not forgetting that this trip is technically a Christmas prezzie from last year), but the anniversary is more of a placeholder, a reminder that we should try, at least once a year, to get away from it all. And if anniversary time comes along and we haven’t, then it’s high time we did.
As we are. As soon as I can get home, get out of office wear, toss some clothes in a bag, and go. I’m out of here in five minutes. Have a glorious weekend, all of you.