Living for the weekend
At the moment, I am just counting the days and hours until the weekend rolls on. The past few days have been manic: Friday, I flew down to Copenhagen and worked from our office there for the day, did a presentation, met up with Husband and Little O, jumped on a train and then spent the weekend with the in-laws in southern Sweden. We flew back Sunday evening, then it was up early on Monday for the usual work/preschool collection/afternoon with Little O/crash out at 8.30pm routine. Yesterday, I flew to Oslo for the day, did the same presentation as in Copenhagen, spent the rest of day in the office there, flew back yesterday evening after Little O was in bed. Today, up early and into work to do the same presentation and then the same routine as Monday. Tomorrow, it’s another early start, a flight to Helsinki, doing the same presentation yet again (fourth and final time), spending the rest of the day working from the office there, flying back in the evening after Little O is in bed. Then Friday will be presentation-less (hooray!) but the same tight routine as Monday.
So, yes, Friday evening and an hour at the hairdresser, followed by date night on Saturday… well, it cannot come around fast enough for me. And the added bonus about Saturday is that it was Husband’s idea – and this means he’s fulfilling his part of the bargain for Karin’s Relationship SOS Challenge over at Cafe Bebe without even knowing it.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to bed. Zzzzzzz…
Relationship SOS challenge – the date
I know, I know, I should have written about this an age ago… Damn you, real life, getting in the way!
While we were in the UK, we went on our proper date, as I promised that we would as part of the Relationship SOS challenge, set by Karin at Cafe Bebe.
We ended up not staying out for too long, but we had a lovely evening. We were very good and did not talk too much about Little O or gyermek, although I must admit that most of the meal was spent discussing work issues as we’d both spent the previous week before our holiday working flat out. We pretty much had the restaurant to ourselves – the advantage of dinner on a Sunday night in a seaside town out of season.
And it seems as if Husband has taken the idea to heart and suggested that we have a meal out or even go and see a film (in a real cinema, no less!) on Friday. Unfortunately, we’ve not been able to get a babysitter, but it’s the thought that counts. (And I will make sure to remind him of that thought in due course!)
Relationship SOS challenge – so far…
So, last night was one of our “mini date nights” that I wrote about as part of the Relationship SOS challenge, set by Karin at Cafe Bebe.
It was an at-home mini date, but it still counts, okay? And we actually managed to follow a few of the “rules” – no television, just us talking and having some laughs over a few glasses of red wine (him) and a bottle of non-alcoholic beer (me). It was a very pleasant evening and it reminded me just how much fun we can have in each other’s company when we’re not arguing about discussing all the little bits and pieces that need to get done.
And we’re still on track for our “proper” date night – now scheduled for early September, when we’re in the UK and have grandparents to hand as babysitters. Now all I have to do is decide where we’re going and book it.
Relationship SOS challenge
Over at Cafe Bebe, Karin has set a challenge: the Relationship SOS challenge. She has given us the month of August to make a date with our other halves – a real date if you can manage or a night without the television, just the two of you actually talking and enjoying each others’ company.
This really struck a chord with me as we have been trying to do just this on Saturday nights, but already, after just three Saturdays, we found ourselves watching tv last night rather than having a proper conversation.
So, I have decided to sign up for Karin’s challenge but to do it in style and try and endeavour that we have both Saturday nights without the tv and a real date in the next few weeks. Unfortunately, I know that the “real” date cannot happen until September when we are over in the UK and I have arranged with my mum that they babysit one night, but at least we can spend the next few Saturdays having some “us” time after Little O is tucked up in bed.
Wish us luck!










