I'm a weekend warrior. Almost nothing gets me more excited than starting a good weekend project. Unfortunately, the projects tend to drag on.

In past weekends, I have:

Taken apart my motorcycle to “fix it up.” (It's still in pieces. It's been a year.)

Taken photos of all the spare stuff I have to sell. (Pics still in my phone. “Stuff” still in my parents' garage. It's been at least six months.)

Begun organizing our important docs. (They're all in one pile at least…)

You get the point. I suck at weekend projects.

Yet every Friday I have a plan. And a project.

But not this weekend. This weekend I don't have a project.

I have an adventure.

I'm giving my wife a break.

Yes, I know it's not something to be proud of. It's something I'm supposed to be doing anyhow.

But remember, this blog is called “Confessions of a Terrible Husband,” not “Sit Back and Marvel at How Awesome I am and How I've Done Everything Well for Years.”

Maybe that will be my fifth book. Right after “Confessions,” two “Crap I forgot” follow-ups, and the “Everything is going smoothly as I sit on the couch and do nothing” prequel. (You can't forget the prequel…)

So yeah… not celebrating. Just doing what I'm supposed to do.

Later today… “this guy” will be taking the kids away for two nights. We're going to play. We're going to yell. We're going to goof off.

It's going to be awesome.

What many of you don't know is for the last few weeks, I've been working on a lot of this over the phone.

Basically, I was supposed to be telecommuting for a few weeks while we stayed with family in Massachusetts and worked on figuring out the transition “home.”

But a project came up at work and I needed to be in the office.

So my wife did all of the hard work. And I worked the phones. At least she had family to help. But it's not the same. She's tired.

So when the project finally ended I came back and will be working on the transition with her for the next week.

Starting Monday.

So this weekend she gets a complete break.

(In case you're wondering, it was a spur of the moment thing, so we're going to just stay with my family for the weekend. Yes, I'll have plenty of help.)

Two days in a row. She gets a break.

Win.

I get to spend two days in a row with the kids.

Win.

And my parents get to see their grandkids.

Win.

And me!

Apparently not very important anymore.

If you're keeping score that's “Win. Win. Win. Meh, we'll take it.”

Good enough for me.

🙂

Who is getting a break in your house this weekend?

There must be one extra thing you can do?

Announce and commit in the comments below!