A whole weekend...to do whatever I want...sigh

So, as I'm writing this I'm sitting on the couch, listening to my Itunes (which I discovered a decade late but am really digging) and thinking about how happy I am to have a weekend to do WHATEVER. I. WANT. I'm a big believer in keeping busy and getting out and doing things, but man, this past month has been rough.

I've been sick - and I don't just mean a little cough - but hacking, snotting, barking sick since I got home from Colorado on April 8. It has worn me down. I have taken every cold/allergy medicine under the sun, to no avail. I will just think it's starting to get better, and wham! The bark is back. My co-workers have diagnosed me with everything from pneumonia to whooping cough, to, my personal favorite: black lung. Anyway, I'm finally on antibiotics and am starting to feel human again and have energy back.

Energy that I will spend this weekend doing a whole lot of nothing. I'm saving up for Summer Games - beginning this Tuesday at 8:00 am it will be all out crazy for the next 5 days. Good crazy, don't get me wrong, but the kind of crazy that requires a lot of energy. Those volunteers don't assign themselves, you know. :)

My plans for the weekend, you ask? Well, tonight I book clubbed it with the girls and saw Sex and the City 2. It was, disappointingly, a dud. But, on the upside, the "Miranda Midori Sour" I had beforehand was delish! The remainder of tonight's evening will be spent reading US Weekly and Entertainment Weekly in bed. Tomorrow is sleeping in and DVR catch up time. I think a nap is probably a necessity at some point, followed by going to a cook out for my sister's birthday. My plan is to be in bed by 10:00 tomorrow night. Does that make me lame? Quite possibly. But it also makes me a very rested, happy person. Remember, I'm running on a 6 week deficit here, people.

Sunday I'm spending with some of my favorite ladies walking the canal and doing lunch - granted, one of them will be rolling in her stroller, but she's still a great conversationalist. I'm talking about you Olivia. :) Then, for the piece de resistance - I'm headed to my get-away. The place I can go relax and turn off while I'm there. No, no, not Brown County. Not French Lick. I'll be escaping to Tipton, and quite frankly, I can't wait. I plan to lay by my parent's pool, drink South Pole cokes, and, well, that's it.

The thing is, I know that someday I won't have these weekends anymore when I can do whatever the heck I want, whenever the heck I want to. I'll have kids lunches to make, a husband to worry about, and *shudder* a houseful of laundry to tend to. So, until that time rolls around, I intend to make the most of my time. I'm making a concerted effort to be happy, really, truly happy, at every stage of my life in which I currently find myself, and not constantly wishing for the next stage to present itself. Because, quite frankly, my current state is pretty great. And now I'm off to enjoy it.