I suppose stress is a good thing, really. Because if Greg and I did not feel stressed, busy, and pressed for time...nothing much around here (including a certain dissertation) would get accomplished. The temptation is just so great: We are both at home working, the weather outside is gorgeous, there are two kayaks in our garage, and our kids are in school. Plus, we really like hanging out together. Do you see the kind of self-restraint we have to practice?! Which, sadly, isn't too hard because of that thing called stress.
But even the stress couldn't hold us back this week. Thursday morning we dropped the kids off at school and drove up north to Devil's Lake. (The kids knew we were going kayaking. They were, one, relieved that they didn't have to go, and, two, weirded out by the fact their parents have lives during school hours.)
The colors are gorgeous this year.
And the lake was lovely.
We dawdled around the lake, talking and taking in the solitude, sunshine, and cool air.
Soon enough, it was time for this pregnant lady to get out. (My bladder, my back, and my bum can only take so much.) Greg had the pleasure of loading the boats back up.
I am very lucky to have such a strong, hard-working husband. Also, he is my best friend.
We enjoyed the drive home, through the countryside.
Just us. No backseat commentary about Pokemon or Hannah Montana.
We talked about the baby. (We're having a baby!!!)
And settled on a middle name.
And watched the colors go by.
What a nice time.
Why don't we do it everyday?!
Oh, yeah ...
