A few weeks ago, as part of my blog swap with Lisa, I described my perfect day. A steaming cup of coffee, a walk with a friend, good food, great weather, a massage. Turns out, I managed to get all of these things – multiple times! – as part of my “perfect” weekend.
When I climbed into bed Sunday evening I couldn’t think of a single thing I would have changed about my weekend which felt…lovely. Nothing momentous happened – I didn’t win the lottery or ride in a gondola down a Venetian canal. But I drank delicious cups of coffee. I carted my houseplants outside in the sunshine and got my hands dirty as part of my attempt at “indoor” gardening. I went on a walk with friends. I worked up a sweat on the treadmill (twice). I laughed and played games with the kids. I had three at-home date nights with my husband (who treated me to various shoulder massages – sometimes while I sipped my coffee). I read a great book.
In short, the weekend was delightful.
Generally, I lump weekend activities into a Casual Friday post, but this one was so enjoyable I thought it deserved its own moment in the limelight. Plus, it’s something I can refer back to when I’m grousing about bad weather or grumpy kids or cars that won’t start.
Coming off a mediocre week, I was thrilled to see the sun shining when I woke up Friday morning. Despite the nice weather, I drove the kids to school since I had a 9 am walk planned with some local friends.
This left me with enough time to make (and enjoy) a great cup of coffee and blast through some work tasks before meeting up with our little walking crew.
The time of social exercise was delightful. The air was crisp, but the sunshine balanced out the cool undertones of the day. We walked loops around a local pond system and crossed paths with many happy dogs, several still dripping from their first brave plunges into the water.
I came home from the walk and blasted music through every Google speaker in the house and worked until it was time to head to the airport to collect John. I had tracked his flight and touchdown projections kept shifting. I almost always end up waiting for at least a few minutes, but a great tailwind from Europe resulted in an earlier-than-expected arrival time. He wasn’t in a rush, so I enjoyed the rest of my solo drive (sunshine! no kids fighting in the backseat!), knowing he was going to be there when I arrived.
And indeed, before I even pulled into the passenger pickup lane, I spotted him walking toward me with a giant smile on his handsome face. My heart flip-flopped in the best possible way. Seeing him still gives me butterflies (every single time) and we enjoyed relaxed and wonderful conversations on the drive home (remember: sunshine! no kids!).
I’ve written before about how challenging transitions can be with his frequent travel so I was mentally bracing myself for what can seem like inevitable (albeit minor) speedbumps.
But this time his return home was seamless.
We had about an hour to settle in before the kids got home from school. When I saw Levi barreling across the lawn, I thought he was making a wild run for the bathroom. Instead, he rushed around in a tither, rummaging frantically to find something important in his book bag (Don’t come out! You can’t see it yet, Mom!). I assumed it was an early Mother’s Day craft from school – but it ended up being a trophy…because he won a school-wide pushup contest!
Apparently, the principal issued a challenge to the entire student body to see if anyone could beat him in a pushup contest. Our school runs Pre-K to Grade 8, so there is a broad spectrum of ages and abilities. Levi signed up with about 30 other kids and handily beat the principal (who tapped out at 40-something pushups).
Levi did 61 pushups (beating a family friend – a girl in Grade 7 – by 1 pushup).
The rest of the afternoon passed in a relaxing fashion. The kids played outside with friends and I topped up the soil on our existing houseplants (hadn’t done this in several years – oops). The kids ate…something?…and John made delicious savoury waffles and we enjoyed an at-home date night watching several episodes of the sports docuseries Legacy: The True Story of the LA Lakers on Disney+.
After a good sleep, I woke up relatively early and enjoyed breakfast and a coffee in peace. The kids were downstairs watching cartoons while John was on the treadmill. I think? It was quiet, so I didn’t investigate and just enjoyed the solitude.
Mid-morning John took them on an 8 km walk – they did trivia the whole time and came home in great moods, not always the case I can assure you – and I used that time to: Eufy most of the upstairs floors, mop said floors, wash/dry/put away an entire load of laundry, run 3.5 km on the treadmill, shower, and get dressed. All. by. myself. Pure Saturday morning bliss.
If I thought the day couldn’t get any better, we solved Wordle in 2.
Levi had a birthday party to attend about an hour away, so we grazed on leftovers from the fridge before heading out. We ended up with some time to kill and went to several thrift stores and managed to source some great summer gear: a beach bag for me, a bathing suit for Abby, shorts and cleats for Levi, some clothes for John.
We dropped Levi off for the party – at a circus school! – and headed to IKEA with Abby.
Again, this was just…perfect. Shopping at IKEA can be overwhelming and frustrating (lately, often the items you desperately want/need are out of stock). But this time we wandered around leisurely and looked at all the fun new things and ended up finding a handful of items to complete our entryway decor. I had also been looking for some additional houseplants and, unbeknownst to me, IKEA was having a 50% sale on plants. We stocked up!
We capped off the shopping adventure with hotdogs and ice cream (obviously) and went to collect Levi who had a great time (obviously; circus school + friends + cake).
No one fought on the way home (miraculous), the kids were already fed so they each hopped in for showers and then launched right into a “start sleepover” with a movie, while John and I watched more of the Lakers docuseries.
I stayed up too late reading All The Light We Cannot See…and loved every minute of it. I was close enough to the end I wanted to finish, but John woke up, saw me still reading and said: What are you still doing up? I knew I’d regret staying awake another hour to finish the book and I’d been caught red-handed. Sigh. So I dutifully went to sleep which almost certainly paved the way for a more pleasant Sunday.
Ah, Sunday. I love Sundays. I love eating my giant bowl of delicious oatmeal. I love having a leisurely start to the day (no bookbags or lunchboxes – plus, we leave a whole hour later than school days), but also appreciate the structure of a 9 am departure for church. I love our worship service and small group and…all of it.
We grabbed a rotisserie chicken for lunch and used it to make wraps. Easy and delicious. We always end up eating late on Sunday, so it was almost 2 pm by the time the kitchen was cleaned up. I did a bit of meal/lunchbox prep, but didn’t actually make food for Monday/Tuesday since I had some leftover items that needed to be used and couldn’t really be cooked up in advance. The cherry on top: Abby had a school band camp on Monday and lunch was provided!
The kids spent several hours playing outside and I transferred all the new plants from their flimsy plastic pots into glass containers. I also hung a picture of the kids in the entryway and set up some new folding chairs/a little bistro table from IKEA on the deck so we finally have an outdoor seating area.
I didn’t feel like going for a walk, so I did a nice little run on the treadmill and then went through my bathing suit bin. Trying on bathing suits isn’t exactly high on my favourite activity list, but I discovered I have accumulated various suits/rash guards that I actually like and fit relatively well so even this was a pleasant task. (I was wise to tackle this project on a day it was sunny and I was in a good mood; bathing suit assessments on a cloudy day when I’m cold and grumpy would be a recipe for disaster).
Then John and I threw caution to the wind and had a THIRD at-home date night. My heart was just so full and happy.
I assign arrows for my mood each day in my planner calendar spread. An up arrow for a good day, a down arrow for a bad day, and a sideways arrow for an okay day.
Sunday night, I awarded the day two up arrows.
Your turn. How was your weekend? Have you had a “perfect” stretch of days lately? Do you track your moods? Do you like having houseplants?