For the last many weeks, Bart has been in the midst of busy season at work, which meant he worked pretty much around the clock for weeks on end.
Then, on Tuesday afternoon, he called to say it was all done and he was on his way home. And he didn’t go back to work until this morning.
Having him home for five and a half straight days was fantastic. We met up with my cousins for dinner (they were visiting San Antonio for their anniversary) at the Clay Pit, walked to the library, slept in, watched Food Inc, dipped our feet in the pool, went on a little camping outing (although we wimped out and didn’t spend the night), attended a little St. Patrick’s Day dinner with friends, watched some BYU basketball, went to a BBQ, and I finally went in to get my eyes checked (it’s been over two years).
Pretty much the best week I can imagine. It was a perfect mix of social activities, productivity, and do-nothing-relaxation.
On the other hand, it’s nice to be back to normal life this morning. I am, perhaps, the world’s biggest fan of everyday life. And even more so now that everyday life doesn’t mean that Bart stays at work until ten p.m. and then comes home and works some more until two a.m.
Of course, now I have to start making dinner again. I can’t pretend it’s not been a nice little break to have several weeks of virtually no dinner making.