Maybe my mom was right. My mom said you need to work in order to appreciate vacations. Maybe a weekend is the same thing.
Weekends at our house – whether we have plans or we don't – are always a wonderful thing and maybe they are that way because we try to jam in so much quality time.
Or maybe I just like weekends.
This weekend it was a stay-at-home, no-plans type of weekend and as such construction continued at our house.
Last week, my husband took down a wall that separated our dining room from our kitchen making our open-concept house more open. This weekend, he started to build us an entranceway closet.
What Viceroy homes have in high ceilings and views, they lack in wall space and storage areas. As such, we usually throw our jackets on my hope chest, which is handy, but annoying.
Now we will have a place to hang out jackets, and hide our shoes, right when we walk in the door. It's a wonderful thing.
We also had time to have a tea party using a real tea set, courtesy of my Grandmother, and of course cookies. Our guy had his first “real” tea, non-caffeinated herbal tea. Usually I make him a “tea” of lemon juice, honey and water. E enjoyed pouring in the milk and sugar.
We went for a walk in the ice and played some hockey, then came back and went on the teeter-totter and swung on the tire swing. The night before we had a campfire with toasted hot dogs and raw marshmallows and then slept out in the shed. It was like a summer weekend, but with snowpants and mittens.
What did you get up to this weekend?