long weekend

Wednesday, July 03, 2013

We're back to the grind after a three-day long weekend. A long weekend where it rained and rained and rained. And 100% humidity when it decided to stop raining for 15 minutes here and there, so it might as well have been raining the entire time. Long weekends are a tricky thing: you hype them up so much, you look forward to them forEVER, and then it rains for three days, and you (I) get in a serious funk. As in, there are only three long weekends in a summer, if you're lucky. You have to make the most of them.

When it's just you, or perhaps you and a certain mister, you can find things to do when it rains for three days straight. You can go to an afternoon movie, you can spend an hour or two reading with a latte, you can have a Netflix marathon, you can get your day-drink on...it can be a cozy little staycation. 

But when you have a wee boy in the mix, and you're cooped up in the house for three days, it's different. You can only play with the Mega Blocks and the Little People for so long. You can only read The Very Hungry Caterpillar so many times. Then it all starts to get very Shining-esque, except your Jack is smaller and shriller and slightly less prone to hacking down doors with axes. 

So what do you do? 

You go swimming and spend the afternoon in the baby pool, where the water is unnaturally warm (it's not unpleasant as long as you don't think about it too much) and watch your little guy have a blast. 

You buy some colouring books and crayons and create some serious Star Wars art. 

You get busy in the kitchen: beef stew in the slow cooker, sea-salt-chocolate-chip cookies, an impromptu taco night. You eat a nice breakfast every day: eggs, bacon, toast And you take time to enjoy your meals.
You decide to take advantage of one of the breaks in the showers, pack up the raincoats, and go to the park. You risk getting drenched in favour of a little fresh air. And, miracle of miracles, the sun comes out and shines for a bit, you run around the public gardens, visit some friendly ponies, and make a pit stop at the playground. 

Before you know it, the soggy three days are done and you realize that even though there was no beach visit, no sunburns, no campfires, you had a pretty nice Canada Day with your favourite people. 

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  1. It sounds like you made the most of it, too! You had one up on me though, you were HOME. My biggest frustration was that at the end of the day, after a few let downs, we weren't crawling into our own bed with the pup. I was so dead set on getting away and doing something "different" that I even made a simple trip to Halifax exhausting. Live and learn!