Night Off

Since life is so different now, and the new norm is to wake up early and put in more than 8 hours at work, K and I decided we needed a new routine.  He developed one in January when the new norm was teaching teenagers about history for free and then coming home and taking over the kitchen table with books about WWII. 

Our new routine is just that, very new.  I was told that in order to establish the routine, I must follow it exactly for one week.  That didn't happen, but I got pretty close. 


Monday and Wednesdays: Tennis with K after work. 

We soak up the best days of the year here in Central PA.  This time of the year is just superb.  The days are long, but the humidity has not crept its way back into the air.  Still, the evenings are warm and may even treat you to a storm if you're all done with tennis.

Plus, I get to rock the tennis skirt. 

Thursdays: Mini-date.  Last week we dined alfresco in Hershey. This week we may look at wedding rings.

Friday: A morning run with Lilly before work.  Then a possible happy hour after, followed by an early bedtime.

But, the best for us is Tuesday.  That's the night when we do our own thing.  We go our separate ways.  And, it's fabulous. 

Tonight we switched our Monday for a Tuesday, because the weekend was crazy and we needed a much needed break. 

So, I got dinner for myself. I came home to find K down in the basement on the xbox.  I asked him, "So, what are you going to do tonight?" while I looked at the clock.  He got the hint. 



There's something about the night off that's pretty wonderful.  Maybe its because everything will be consolidated and shared in 5 months.  Maybe it's because we take the time to have time for ourselves. I haven't nailed it down yet, but I like it. 

I ate dinner, watched girly television, took a bath, then vacuumed.  I know that sounds funny, but it felt right.  I wanted a clean space.  I made my bed, even though I just crawled in it to blog.  It made the room feel better. 

Plus, I bought a very girly duvet set a couple weeks ago on a night off.  So, I had to make the bed.


The routine is working.  The week doesn't feel so 9 to 5 anymore.  There's hope at the end of the day, there's something to look forward to.

It's good timing too, because I feel like I'm just realizing that's there's so much to look forward to.

The days are longer.  The air is fresh.  I awake to a warm sun greeting me in the morning, and fall asleep to the pitter-patter of rain at night.  I don't know if the outsides make my insides better or the other way around, but I'm going with it.  I'm going to abuse the hell out of it while it lasts.