I was working a lot of hours, Toney took a temporary job at Borders (did I tell you guys about that?), and the boys are always off doing a million different things. After school started a few weeks ago, I never saw anyone. Almost literally. Toney was even working every Saturday night at the bookstore. And Saturdays are what my entire work weeks are pointed toward.
Everything was screwed up, and I might as well have been in Portland, Oregon or Dallas, Texas, or whatever. I communicated with Toney via text message, and talked to the boys on the phone before they went to bed every night.
Plus, I was exhausted and always get depressed when I’m tired.
But things are getting better. Borders is officially closed (I felt guilty for screaming “Close already!!” about a bookstore), and I’m not going to be working as much overtime because Toney is back at her regular job. I can eeeease back on it a little bit. Augusts are always tough on us, but the remnants of August 2011 are almost washed out of our system. We survived another one, somehow.
In fact, this past Saturday provided the normalcy I was craving. I worked in the morning (7 a.m. — an ungodly hour of the day) but was home by noon. We had lunch, and I fell asleep in a chair. And when I finally regained consciousness, and shook the cobwebs from my head, Toney asked if I wanted to go to the farmers market with her.
We bought a bunch of imperfect but delicious fruits and vegetables, and I enjoyed an amazing apple while driving. In fact, I’m experiencing apple nostalgia just thinking about it… It tasted like apples from when I was a kid. I love the farmers market for some reason, always have.
After we dropped off the food, we decided to go the state park for a walk. It felt like fall outside, and we needed to be in the middle of it. Fall is my favorite time of year, and Toney’s too.
While walking, we talked about a lot of things, and I could feel the tension evaporating. All the panic and anxiety I’d been living with was pretty much gone by the end of our stroll around the lake. We decided some things that alleviate a lot of our self-created pressure. Toney reminded me that we can’t control everything, and I’m embarrassed that it required a reminder.
Yeah, just a simple walk ‘n’ talk — something that was impossibly out of reach for the past several weeks — works miracles sometimes.
We told the boys they needed to stay home in the evening, to cut down on the chaos — and give me an opportunity to, you know, spend some time with them. The older one was a little irritated, but didn’t put up too much of an argument.
Toney and I cracked open a seasonal microbrew (I’ve been enjoying the golden elixir in extreme moderation over the past few weeks), and I sat down and watched Damnation Alley with the boys. I first saw it in a theater when I was fourteen, and hoped they’d get a similar kick out of it. It’s a big ol’ cheesy post-apocalyptic science fiction flick, featuring flesh-stripping cockroaches, and Jan-Michael Vincent riding a motorcycle between giant, mutated scorpions.
They loved it, and we had a blast watching it. We had a running commentary throughout, and it was a lot of fun.
After a good dinner, Toney and I watched three episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm, off the DVR. We finally got the Big Ass Television fixed (after what, two months?), and have some catching-up to do. Good stuff.
Yeah, it was close to a perfect day. And it required very little money to accomplish. Just some free time, and all of us being home without bitching and complaining and feeling down in the dumps… A positive attitude, and a little togetherness, and I feel roughly a million times better.
What about you? What did you do this weekend? I hope it was as pleasant as ours. Tell us about it in the comments.
And I’ll be back tomorrow. Oh… I know I owe some of you t-shirts and books, and I promise to get everything caught-up during the upcoming weekend (which starts on Thursday). Thanks for bearing with me. I know it’s difficult sometimes…
Have a great day, boys and girls!