I’ve previously divulged that I am of the “non-employed” variety. And to my friends with jobs it always sounds so funny when I say, “God I’m ready for the weekend!” I usually get a snicker/sneer and they’re all, “Um, isn’t every day a weekend for you?” as they roll their eyes. Ha ha ha.
Well…quite frankly…hell no.
I’ve been employed before. Like a real job. The kind that pays you money. I’ve touched on that already. If you need a recap, here you go. So I know all about working and how important the weekend is. Often, knowing that there are two free days waiting for you at the end is all that gets you through the work week. Trust me, I get that.
At my old job I was planning my weekend first thing Monday morning and I would ask my coworkers what their weekend plans were. People thought I was nuts…either that or seriously confused by the whole “days of the week” concept. I preferred to look at it as hopeful optimism that I could force our part of the world into some Twilight Zone timewarp essentially speeding up the first part of the week and slowing down on Friday afternoon just in time for happy hour at Applebees. Have you had their wings? Just sayin’.
And now, for some ungodly reason there is this misconception about SAHM’s. Namely, that we don’t need weekends. Like, we spend so much of our time eating bon-bons and watching soaps (okay, I watch soaps but that’s not the point here), why on Earth would we need a nationally-recognized end of the week holiday?
Well, I’m here to tell you why. Because we need a light at the end of our tunnel. We need that release that a weekend brings. We need to know that for 48 blessed hours we can live in ignorant bliss. We need to know that if we have help available (in the form of a reluctant husband or baby daddy) we can call upon that help when we want to spend longer than 37 seconds in the bathroom. I can’t explain it. Sometimes I like to linger.
We like the idea that, perhaps, if it’s our lucky day, the kids will sleep in and so can we! We really like knowing that we can roll through a drive-through for lunch if we don’t feel like slapping together PB&J’s. And, here’s where I get really poignant. We like to feel a little more like you, the employed. For two days out of the week we can blend in. Our yoga pants, hoodies and tennis shoes don’t scream “Look at me…I wear these same pants every day.” Quite honestly, we’re afforded a little bit of dignity.
So I would ask of you, gentle “employed” readers, next time your SAHM friend utters the words, “So glad it’s Friday,” give her a high-five and heartily agree. And then ask her to pick up your dry-cleaning. Why not? It’s not like she has a job.
I leave you with this bit of humor…
“You have to stay in shape. My grandmother, she started walking five miles a day when she was 60. She’s 97 today and we don’t know where the hell she is.” Ellen Degeneres
Happy Friday, Mindy
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Brandy
Good for you girlfriend ! You tell it like it is. You are absolutlely considered amongst the working class in my estimation. I wouldn’t have your job again for a million bucks ! Well, maybe a million, but I digress. Just keep up the good work and enjoy your week-end !
Thanks mom!
Happy Friday to you! Hopefully you get some alone time this weekend.
Thanks Mindee…happy Friday to you too! I’m going to work on the alone time…at this point it’s not looking too good. But I’m nothing if not hopeful! =)
Mindy
Very funny!! You crack me up! And I do give you props, I know what a hard job you do have!! By the way, we should hang out Saturday if you get a chance!
Thanks Sandee…right back at ya! And I think Saturday just might work! =)
Love ya,
Mindy
GOOD FOR YOU! I am the “employed” and nobody EVER worked harder than my Momma. She was a stay at home mom and I am so grateful to her everyday for what she did. You tell it!
I too live for the weekends. Work is simply a means to an end, so I can enjoy my life a little away from there.
Thanks Christina! EVERYONE deserves a restful weekend, including you! HOep you have a wonderful holiday away from the “Man”. =)
Mindy
I remember when I stayed home with my daughter. It was a lot of work – never ending work which is the hardest kind! I admire you for doing this. It can seem like a hue sacrifice, but I think there is so much return value to it.
Also, another great thing about the weekend? We usually eat at the table through the week which I love and is great. But it is just so heavenly to eat dinner on the couch. I don’t even know why! But it’s another thing I love about weekends!!
Oh, dinner on the couch is the best! There is something so “naughty” about it. We do that a lot on the weekends too. How funny! Thanks for sharing!
Mindy