Lately, Paul and I have both been feeling a sort of burn out, I guess you could call it, where even in a week where I took a day off, it still felt long and I was still looking forward to Friday. He’s been talking a lot about needing a break, too. I don’t know what it is. We suspect the time of year–creeping closer to the holidays but not quite there, along with the change of clocks that’s made evenings darker faster. And it’s been cold lately. The weather seemed like it was clinging to summer, not quite done with it, for weeks, then all of a sudden I’m having to get up a few minutes earlier to have that extra time to zip up boots and pull on gloves some mornings, and being a die-hard summer girl, it’s rough.
And yet, the promise of double overtime pay was enough to get me to go in on a Saturday morning for four hours. I know a good opportunity when I see it, and it’s hard to pass up good pay like that. And it’s temporary–like we were this time close to a year ago, we’re really busy, and I like knowing I can put in a little more effort for a weekend or two and have a little more money at the end of it to squirrel away. And the nice thing is on weekends, you can essentially work whatever hours you want, so I went in until 11, which still left me with the whole afternoon for whatever else I wanted. It sucks up some of the weekend, sure, but you still get the majority of it to enjoy.
My dad was out of town for the weekend, so my mom was home with new puppy Seger for four days. She’d joked last weekend that she was dropping heavy hints about coming to relieve her, so Paul took her a few homemade cookies, a six-pack of beer, and we picked up new bones for Seger to chew and headed out to hang out for a couple of hours and do free laundry, play with the puppy, and watch the shows I’ve been having her record since we don’t have cable. We spent most of the afternoon there, then headed home in the evening.
We’d thought Sunday was just gonna be a calm day to ourselves, but it turns out we were invited to Terra’s nephew’s first birthday party–she’d just either forgotten to invite us or something got screwed up along the way. She asked me if we were going that morning and I was like, “Uh, no?” But at least it was something we could easily account for. We hung out in the morning and headed over in the early evening, out to the deli Terra’s brother and sister-in-law recently opened and used as the party space, because why not?
It’s funny that slowly, our lives are transitioning into more adult things and looking more like, say, our parents’ lives. I mean, we found ourselves surrounded by excited kids with treat bags and party hats, while the adults hung around catching up or, in our case, getting congratulated by acquaintances who saw on social media that we got married. And lots of, “How’s married life?” People love asking newlyweds that, but honestly, it’s exactly the same as it was before. We just wear rings now.
Terra has a new boyfriend, which is a pretty recent development–she only started talking to him within the past week or so, but they clicked really well, so we got to meet him. I keep joking I was too easy on the last boyfriend and the soon-to-be-ex-husband. But if I’m being honest, I have a much better feeling about this one than the others. It seems like a much better match, and although he was quiet, in part because he was surrounded by psychos like me, they have a lot in common. Paul got along great with him and gave his approval, but Terra’s childhood friend Gemma and I say the boys get no say in this.
We ended up hanging out for a little bit after the party broke up, what with it being an actual business and all, and bought some food from them before heading out and running some errands before we had to go to bed, get up for work, and lament not being ready for another work week again. Paul actually decided to call off and give himself a day, but I’m not quite there. I can push through the work week a little easier than he can, and besides, Thanksgiving is–incredibly–next week, so I’ll get a bit of a break then. I mean, it obviously won’t be enough, but it’ll be something.