I'm pretty darn good at entertaining myself and do like my alone time, but these practically-whole-weekend shifts are one of the things that can make being married to a resident hard - and this one was a little more tough because it meant going to church by myself on Easter.
But then after I woke Peter up (he likes that; I'm so much nicer than a rude alarm clock awakening) we had a lovely Sunday afternoon together, not doing much of anything aside from lounging around the living room except a walk with Ginger and some dinner (wait, that happened in the living room too).
Of course more of a weekend to spend together would have been nice - especially for poor Peter for whom no weekend day off means 12 days in a row of waking before 5am - but that's reality. It's much nicer to dwell on enjoying the time we do have together and appreciating it in all our introverted boring homebody glory. His schedule can sometimes be the pits, but I wouldn't trade my hubby and his doctorly self for the world.
(Oh - can't have a post without photos - since I made Easter baskets, I had to fill them.....)
Easter
About two days later... Ginger's "candy" devoured sooner than Peter's - shocking
















