There is a balance that needs to be achieved between work and home life. In the first six or so weeks of my job at the paper, it's been difficult if not impossible to find that balance. Though we print five days per week, I do have to cover events whenever they are being played, which means I don't really have days off at all; only hours.
It was Valerie's weekend off. I was supposed to cover cross country in the morning and then go cover soccer in the evening, all on a day that we don't print a paper.
A funny thing happened on Friday night, however. I was scrambling to put together the Saturday edition when Jim from the Delphos paper emailed me asking if I was doing the CC meet the next day. I confirmed that I was unless he had planned on it. Not only did he volunteer, he also told me he was doing the soccer game I had scheduled.
Instead, since we had a rare day when neither she nor I had to work, we made an impromptu trip to the zoo in Toledo.
The drive was long, and made even longer by the fighting in the back seat, but the ride was great in our new vehicle. I didn't mention that, did I?
We bought a new (to us) suv just a couple days before. Traded in the van to get an eight-passenger Ford Expedition. You know, that way we can bring Phoenix with us when we go somewhere. Or something like that...
I know a lot of my posts here, as sporadic as they are, are devoted to some sort of internal struggles I have going on. Not this one. This one is just a fond memory of a great day with the family. The kind of day that doesn't come around all that often with the schedules that Valerie and I have at work.
As I write this, I get a text from my lovely bride that reads: "My idea of a perfect day consists of BLTs, baseball, a nap and queso. We have all of that if I can find a nap."
Is she great or what?
