It's easy to fall into the habit of waiting until the weekend to make plans.
I think I convince myself there's not enough time during the week, after work, to do things.
By the time you get home it's 5:30 or 6, then dinner, then what?
Most of the time I just want to unwind.
That being said, if you live for the weekends only, I realized you can miss some really great stuff during the week.
Like, say- an impromptu dinner picnic along the shores of Medicine Lake.
I was feeling a bit funky this particular week (last week) and was thinking about dinner plans for the evening. I may have even stumbled on a photo during some IG trolling of a picnic when the idea hit me, and I was on my weather.com app checking the forecast. It was cloudy but the weatherman said by 6:30 or 7 it'd be partly sunny.
I stopped by cub, whipped up some turkey and brie balsamic sandwiches on little rustic french loaves, grabbed some old fashioned potato salad, raspberries, and wine, and gave M prompt instructions to stay the heck out of the kitchen for 20 minutes. I put together the sandwiches, packed up our picnic basket, and surprised him with a fun dinner outing.
The weekends are a great time to do things; more involved things, but if we trick ourselves into think they're the only time to do things.. we may miss some pretty sweet little weeknight opportunities.