Looking forward to a real weekend

“We haven’t had a weekend in two weeks,” Armand comments on our way to dinner. He’s right. We haven’t had any day to just relax and hang out because of projects that have come in at the same time. Right now, Armand is downstairs finishing an AVP, and I have sequestered the PC in our bedroom to touchbase with my online world.

Meals have been eaten (or ordered from) out of house for days, as well, with us being too tired or too hungry to cook. Today, we also realized that we had run out of food, nappies and formula. So after dinner (at our favorite restaurant of choice these days, Cafe Bola), we trooped to the supermarket where Matthew played on the kiddie slide while I picked up some rations.

Tomorrow morning, I’m off to deliver to a client and will be crossing my fingers that there won’t be any more needs for revisions. I hope the weather cooperates during the time I am on the commute (I will need two train rides each way), and be kind altogether so I can go on recovering from this nasty cold I’ve had since the weekend. Matthew’s not doing too well either, coughing a lot and being really annoyed at the fact that his parents are so busy with things that don’t concern him.

The week will see the end of the hectic pace, hopefully, as many deadlines have come for us. I’ve apparently taken on too many writing freelance assignments (this is good, I tell you), and it took a while for me to get a hang of it. It was great though, to be out there again, and be obligated, in a way, to encounter other things that have nothing to do with home and business. Thus far, I’ve written on pregnancy, weddings, food, money, and art. I’ve a pending one on music, as soon as I get the interview over with.

The business I’m setting up is taking slow, but sure steps. Work, however, just keeps on moving forward. My partner and I have been consistently fielding for new accounts, and we’re optimistic about how things are turning out. It can all be better and faster, sure, but it can also be much worse.

It seems that we’re all grasping for a sense of normalcy, the concept eluding us for so long now. I wonder, though, if I should come to terms with the idea that normalcy is something that quite isn’t what fits our lifestyle. The moment something is seems set, for instance, circumstances and even opportunities commence to disrupt everything once again. It becomes wonderfully chaotic, actually… until we can’t keep up physically with health and schedules, like now. I got to take a time out, my body is telling me. I did listen to it today and yesterday, and have been rewarded after indulging in a treat of chocolate bars. Happy sugar does it trick for now.