And it’s Monday.
I can’t believe how quickly the weekend goes. I remember backwhen I was a working girl (not THAT kind of working girl…gaw…although I totally would have been a Julia Roberts-typeand not her annoying co-prostitute/roommate, Kit). It seemed the week would creep along at a punishingly slow pace. I would gaze at the calendar whiledreaming of Friday and all the freedom it would bring.
I no longer work outside the home, but do plenty of friggin’ work inside the home, and still look forward to that weekend. Let me lay out for you why a weekend is still just as important to us what I like to call, employment-challenged,folks:
1) Naps – Weekday naps tend to be a little encumbered. When I settle in for a snooze on, say, a Tuesday afternoon I am really quick to justify that little gem if I’m caught. “Oh, geez…did I fall asleep? Wow. I must be really exhausted from waking up so early to start that closet cleanout project.” Naptime on a weekend usually goes a little something more like, “EVERYBODY SHUT UP! I’m taking a nap!”
2) Breakfast Prep – Breakfast time withmy elementary school aged kids tends to be a little hectic. I’m trying to provide some brain food, make sure various school notes are signed, give the ol’ ix-nay to two out of three of my daughter’s outfit suggestions and remind my six year-old that he is actually still enrolled in Kindergarten and will need to be attending again that day. And, yes, I understand he just went last week but the State actually requires that he continue to go every week. Breakfast time on a weekend usually goes a little something more like, “We’re out of milk? Uh, no worries. Lucky Charms tastes just as good with water, trust me.”
3) Bedtime – Ah, bedtime. Parents have been battling kids to get to bed since the beginning of time. I can just imagine Mrs. Caveman yelling at Mr. Caveman, “Ugh. Kids need go bed. You. Help.” And then Mr. Caveman’s all, “Kids! Go Bed!” And then Mrs. Caveman’s all, “Ugh. You no help. Why I evenask?”Bedtime on a weekend is more like, “Man, it’s getting late. Um, have you seen the kids?” Or in Caveman, “Ugh. Dark. Kids?”
There is just something so liberating about the weekend and that remains to be the same with or without a paying job. I no longer spend my day in a cubicle answering phones and praying for my lunch hour but I still gaze longingly at my calendar excited for Friday (okay, fine. Istill look forward to lunch).
Happy Monday folks! It’s only Four days to Friday! 😛
Brandy Underwood Selby says
It’s funny because even though our weekends are always so busy, they are still blessedly without stress. I think it’s just the fact that Saturday and Sunday are meant for us that eases the burden, provides respite, and rejuvenates the spirit.