This weekend was a long weekend for us — Dan had today off of work. So, naturally, by about 10:00 this morning, we still had a ton of things on our “to do” list, and I was already exhausted. When we have long weekends, I have a bad habit of trying to cram too much stuff in — that extra day seems to stretch on eternally in my mind’s eye when I’m planning, but I find it usually just leaves me more exhausted than I am in a regular weekend, and frustrated, too, because I had this fanciful idea of what would be accomplished that didn’t come to pass.
First thing this morning, we had a doctor’s appointment for a heart screening for Liam . . . which was a bit of a fiasco because the hospital had lost our appointment, which no one actually told us, so we had to wait in the emergency room for 45 minutes while they figured things out, only to be sent to the cardiology department to be lectured on the fact that we needed an appointment (which is when we figured out what must have happened). This is one of those things that is infinitely more challenging about living in a country where you don’t speak the language: these missed connections happen much more often, and when they do, they’re less likely to be resolved easily. Chances our, the incorrect appointment might well have been our misunderstanding in the first place, but we find that rather than explain the problem to us (that they have no record of our appointment) everyone passes the problem of explaining along to the next person, leaving us irritated (why are we waiting in the ER for 45 minutes when we had an appointment?) and confused (why is everyone being so weird?). We did finally get to see the cardiologist, and Liam’s heart is just fine (good to know) but after starting and our day, bright and early, with a heaping dose of confusion and frustration, I just did not have it in me to go forward with our plans for the day.
So, I gave up. We were supposed to take the kids to the zoo to meet a friend, but I just could not get excited about it. I was feeling really tired, and already daunted by the big week we have ahead of us. All I wanted to do was sit, read and have a cup of tea. So, that’s what I did. Benjamin was already excited about going to the zoo, so Dan took the boys. It seemed like a crazy idea when we first thought of it, and I felt preemptively guilty (could I *really* bring myself to skip a fun day at the zoo with my kids?) but it was GREAT. I got to relax and take a little time for myself, and the boys had a great time at the zoo with Dan. They don’t seem scarred by it, and, surprisingly, neither am I.
We still didn’t get a lot of stuff on our list done this weekend, and I’m still pretty worn out. But tomorrow, when I’m exhausted and trying to get my week back on track, I’ll feel a little better knowing I at least took a stab at being rested for the week. And the flamingos will be there next time.