This weekend, we recovered. From October, from work, from school, from exhaustion, from colds, from busyness, from laundry. Yes, you can recover from laundry, because yes, it is a condition, semi-chronic. We slept in. We ate soup and ice cream, and drank a lot of tea. We watched TV shows and I wore pink flannel pants most of the weekend. We ate brunch and talked about big things coming in the future. We went through a lot of tissues, hot cocoa, and chili.
Because sometimes you just need a weekend where you say no to activities and recover. You just need a weekend where you grade papers so that your students don’t think you’ve taken them ransom. You need a productive weekend, one where you have time to do all those things that desperately need doing, and you don’t have to leave the house to do them. You need a quiet weekend to make you ready for the next week.
When you live in a small space, there can’t always be a desk, a kitchen table, and a utility table. Instead, there is one table that functions as everything. This one generic Ikea table allows us to have people over and share weekly family dinners with my brother. This one Craigslist table where I wrote my thesis and where I slog through all my homework. This table where the mail gets tossed, the shoes get polished,* the books get read, and life happens. This was our weekend, as far as it could be told by looks at our table, a surprisingly accurate tableau of our lives.
What did your weekend look like?
(*Full disclosure: The shoes don’t really get polished all that much… ok, so really this is the first time I have shined them in wayyyy too long. I always try to con my mom into doing it when I’m home over the holidays by leaving them out, all scuffed and sad, until she caves.)