Part of me loves to travel on the weekends. Most family is a 4 hour or less car ride away so it’s tempting to jump on the road. After all, I’d love to have cheered on my brother as he crushed the Atlanta 10 miler this weekend (with 7:30 minute miles!). I’d love to have made it to Georgia Tech’s homecoming game on Saturday with old friends that had an INSANELY awesome blocked field goal return to beat FSU in the last seconds of the game. I’d love to have made a quick getaway to the mountain to see all the fall foliage at its peak.
But the truth is, travel is tough in this phase of life. Hailey has weekend activities, like being the world’s cutest soccer player.
(She scored her first goal this weekend and was over the moon proud of herself!)
And Kaitlyn is at that really wiggly age where strapping her in a car seat for more than 30 minutes is painful for everyone.
Plus, apparently she is pushing to be potty trained (WHAT?!) and correctly used the potty twice this weekend, which has me equal parts impressed and terrified. It’s amazing what having a big sister to watch and emulate can do.
Like teaching good habits such as eating peanut butter from the jar.
Since I do my best to focus on the positive of any given situation, I must admit that sometimes the weekends at home are quite sweet too. David has a crazy schedule during the week so having him around without much of an agenda is refreshing.
Without any “must do” activities, there is time for family movie night.
Don’t let the scene fool you. I pushed for Aladdin but got overruled in favor of Halloween Mickey. Then Kaitlyn kept crawling all over the giant bean bag and giggling too loudly for Hailey to hear. Ah, but the picture looks cozy!
Low key weekends means there is time to venture out for a leisurely breakfast in Davidson.
We tried Millstone Bake House and Provisions for the first time.
The girls loved being outside, I loved my salmon bacon, but I will say the service is pretty slow (but friendly!). Luckily it was a cloudy and wonderful fall morning so we soaked it up, enjoying the slow pace and a blackberry cream cheese pastry.
And dare I admit that the slow weekends even allow for a little time to just embrace being lazy?
Which I totally did on Saturday, even taking a midday snooze on the porch.
Being at home means there is time to rest and rejuvenate, yet still have time to get things done, like the looming mountain of laundry we finally tackled.
And switching out the girls’ closets to accommodate Christmas jammies that I’m a total sucker for.
And cooking up good food.
But possibly my favorite thing about weekends like this is how I feel on Monday morning. I feel calm and ready for the week ahead, knowing the girls have clean clothes to wear, that there is food in the fridge and I have sweet memories of a beautiful fall weekend still in my mind.
Let’s make it a great week friends!
What about you?
Do you prefer weekends away or at home?