Weekend Plans Post: The New Schedule
When I was a little kid (like, around 8), my parents were both high school teachers. This meant that come the end of the school year, hurray! We could all do stuff together! Go swimming! Ride bikes! Run down to the crick and get a bucket full of tadpoles! Go to Cedar Point! Walk around and not be able to believe that the sun is STILL setting into Lake Michigan because, jeez louise, we want to get this campfire going! And then, at the end of summer, watch the grownups heave big sighs and get ready to go back to work as we got ready to go back to school.
Well, what happens to you at that age feels universal and so it was always surprising when it sunk in that my friends didn’t do fun stuff all summer because, of course, their parents were working all summer. Sure, they had a 3-day weekend here or there. Maybe even took a week off… but it wasn’t ALL SUMMER.
Now I am a grownup. And I work ALL SUMMER. Sure, maybe I get a 3-day weekend here or there… maybe even take a week off… but, dang.
I have a friend who works at the local elementary school. She gets off all summer. I feel a great deal of envy when I go over to her house and she talks about her previous week.
Anyway, the schedule for Maribou changes from “working in the afternoons and evenings” to “working more or less the same schedule as Jaybird” in summertime. This means that all sorts of things that used to be one way are now another.
If I have to go to Costco on Friday night, it is no longer a utilitarian “get the three things on this list” trip but a “wander up and down the aisles and if we see an interesting type of felt-tip marker sold in rainbow packs of 28 colors, maybe we should throw that in the cart too” kinda trip.
Which brings me to the plans this weekend: we’re going to Costco together on Friday night and it’ll be the first Costco-kinda-date in months. Stop by the food stand and get some hot dogs or a Caesar or an ice cream sundae, wander through the aisles of 55-gallon drums of peanut butter, and boggle at the different kinds of baseball gloves that get sold in 3-packs now (infielders and outfielders have different gloves! Who knew?). Saturday night is devoted to the D&D group (and we’ll be picking up maybe an appetizer, maybe a dessert at Costco the night before). And Sunday will be spent running the little errands we didn’t get to on Friday or Saturday. A lovely little weekend with as much summer vacation as we can possibly pack into it.
I sometimes miss being 8.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Featured image is “Sunset over Lake Michigan” by ZJemptv. Used under a creative commons license.)