I’m sure most people feel the same way, but we don’t take it slow very often. Most days, life is like a treadmill set one notch higher than a pace I’m comfortable with. Just like in training, pushing yourself can be empowering, make you stronger, and help you reach your goals faster, but it also can lead to serious injury or burnout, which is why rest is so crucial. This weekend was a much needed recovery weekend.
We decided to make Valentine’s a family affair and used some free tickets Noel got from a co-worker to go the Museum of Nature and Science.
The kids especially enjoyed the hands-on exhibits. It was really nice to let them be so creative in an environment that didn’t involve me wiping up puddles. After wearing ourselves out at the museum we thought we’d try out a well rated hipster pizza place, but despite having open tables, they told us the wait was an hour and a half. As tempting as it was to hang out with guys with waxed mustaches and girls with androgynous haircuts while our two hungry children melted down, we decided to head back to Golden and hit up Woody’s pizza buffet. The kids were clearly starving because they each ate three pieces of pizza without any prodding from us. Generally, it’s a battle to get them to finish anything, even good pizza.
For the romantic aspect of Valentine’s, Noel and I bought each other running shoes. (We’re totally sole mates.) Then to negate all the calories burned from working out, we made raspberry cobbler with dark chocolate biscuits after the kids were in bed. Sunday was pretty typical other than all evening church activities were cancelled due to a snowstorm that was moving in.
Monday, we woke up to several inches on the ground and it was still coming down. We were grateful that we didn’t really have anywhere to go. We played in the snow, built a snowman, and had a snowball fight.
Then we warmed up by snuggling and watching The Lego movie and eating posole. Yes, EVERYTHING WAS AWESOME!
Things were going so well that we weren’t totally distressed when the kids went to bed 30 minutes later than they should have. (In case you don’t know, 30 kidless minutes is more valuable than gold.) After enjoying the slow life and sleeping in till 7am three days in a row, heading back into a new week didn’t seem quite so ominous.