Long live the weekend, am I right?
With Chris' schedule right now, he gets black weekends (meaning he works straight through from one week to the next) and golden weekends (meaning he gets both Saturday and Sunday off). This weekend was golden, and it was wonderful.
I think a lot of times, during busy seasons of life, we put a lot of pressure on any time off we get. We feel the need to schedule it out and make to-do lists (so, so guilty over here) and run endless errands and end the weekend more exhausted than we started it.
Sure, time off has to look like that sometimes. But there's something to be said for just having fun. For leaving the dishes in the sink and letting the laundry wait a little longer, for putting off the errands until the next week, for blowing off the grown-up thing to do and just enjoying life for a little while.
I've always loved the Hemingway quote that says, "When you stop doing things for fun you might as well be dead." Sure, that's probably a little bit of a drastic way to look at things. But really--if you spend all your time doing things you don't really enjoy, are you really living your life?
Make time to have fun. Make time for pool days and movie nights and junk food and good books. Make time to just breathe, to enjoy, to relax. And then on Monday morning, wake up with your alarm and get back at it. Dream big and work hard and tackle that to-do list.
But the weekends...those are for never growing up.