Looking forward to falling back: The evolution of a sacred tradition

2009 at 11am     Posted by Rebecca Joines Schinsky

It started freshman year in college. Fall 2001. My husband (who was, back then, not even my official boyfriend) and a few friends and I found ourselves awake earlier than we would have liked on the Sunday morning after the “fall back” change that ends daylight savings time. We’d gotten that glorious extra hour of sleep, and we wanted more. But we were hungry.

So we hopped on the El (I went to college in Chicago) and headed to Clarke’s on Belmont (open 24 hours a day) for the most perfect of Sunday morning meals. Then we went back to our dorm rooms, and, whether we intended to or not, spent the rest of the day napping and watching crappy B movies on TV. (It helps that Fall Back Weekend, as we’ve come to call it, usually occurs near Halloween, which means the B movies are plentiful.)

None of us read a single page or did a lick of homework. For one beautiful day, we just basked in the glow of Chicago in the early fall and practiced the fine art of doing nothing.

So Fall Back Weekend became a tradition. We began looking forward to that early morning trip to Clarke’s and the sheer laziness that would follow. Four years in a row we did this, and each year, it became a little more special. 

Then we graduated. And we scattered.

Bob and I moved to Lawrence, KS, home of the mighty Jayhawks, for me to attend graduate school. Paul moved to Washington, D.C. Heather ran off to seminary at Princeton, and Anna got married and moved to Syracuse, NY with her new husband. So when Fall Back Weekend rolled around, Clarke’s wasn’t really an option.

Bob and I planned to celebrate the weekend anyway. We got up early and went out for breakfast, then returned to my apartment and watched movies in bed for the rest of the day. We ate junk food. We took naps. We unplugged the phones. And I pretended, for once, that I wasn’t a busy graduate student with hundreds of pages to read for class the next day.

It seemed we were on our way to creating our personal, couple’s version of Fall Back Weekend.

And then in Fall 2006, Bob was offered a management position with his company, but he’d have to move to Richmond, and quick. So we spent Fall Back Weekend making a mad-dash trip to our future hometown to find him a temporary apartment, and we nearly missed our flight because we forgot to turn the clocks back in the hotel. Not such a restful weekend.

Fall 2007 was our first Fall Back Weekend in our new house in Richmond, and I don’t really remember the particulars. I’m sure we slept in. I think we cooked breakfast at home because we didn’t really know where to go. It was relatively unremarkable.

But between Fall Back ’07 and Fall Back ’08, I started blogging. And I wrote almost every Sunday about spending the day in my pajamas, enjoying the quiet time and nothingness with the guy who had become my husband. I had also taken a new job and was starting to feel the stress, and man, did I ever need a relaxing weekend. So we planned the most epic Fall Back Weekend ever, and we decided it would begin on Friday night with a trip to the grocery store to stock up on junk food and would not end until late Sunday night, when the last crumbs were brushed off our jammies, and we were so filled with our gluttonous laziness that we couldn’t move anymore.

And. It. Was. Awesome.

Now, Fall Back Weekend 2009 is just 3.5 weeks away, and I won’t lie. I’ve been looking forward to it since the spring. Life has been busier this year than ever before. I’ve worked harder. I’ve read more. I’ve put in many hours being an awesome aunt to my nieces and nephew here in Richmond. And just this week, I’ve begun preparing to start a new job.

So I need a break, and I don’t care that Halloween happens to fall on Fall Back Weekend. If the kiddies want their candy, they’ll just have to deal with the crazy lady who answers the door in pajamas she has clearly been wearing for several days, telling them they’re lucky she even got off the couch to give them their treats.

On Friday, October 30th, hubby and I will make that awesome trip to the grocery store where we spend a ridiculous amount of money on a cart full of food that is bad for us. Then we’ll hit Blockbuster for some silly DVDs, go home to slip into our PJs, and settle in to eat brownies for dinner. We’ll unplug our phones. We won’t answer email. We’ll only go online for entertainment. We’ll read. We’ll sleep. We’ll eat a lot of crap.

And we’ll spend 48 hours enjoying our quiet time together, remembering the eight Fall Back Weekends in our history, and looking forward to a lifetime of them to come.  It’s going to be great.

You should try it, too. I know it’s not as feasible for folks who have kids, especially on Halloween weekend, but I really encourage you to take even one day if you can to very actively do nothing. It’s refreshing. It’s fun. It nurtures your relationship. It is the very best kind of quality time.

Let me know if you’ll be joining me for some portion of Fall Back Weekend. Everyone needs an excuse to relax every now and then, especially if you’ll be participating in the 24-hour Read-a-Thon the weekend before. So come on. Get lazy.

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