I remember when I looked forward to weekends. I loved Saturdays in particular. Friday I was tired after teaching all week. Friday was a good night for Ultimate Sporstfan and I to get frozen yogurt, watch a few shows we’d recorded on the DVR, and fall asleep on the couch.
Saturday was for sleeping in, going out to brunch, reading all afternoon, and then dressing up for dinner and a night out. Sunday was for church, if we hadn’t had too much fun the night before, and a long afternoon nap.
I miss those days.
Now weekends are a blur of activity. This past weekend we were invited to no fewer than 4 parties, I had a booksigning, I had to attend a friend’s booksigning, and we had to go to the grocery store, dry cleaners, wash clothes, and clean the house. I did not even have time to read much less check my email. Sunday night as I fell into bed, all of that email in my inbox on my mind, I wailed, “What happened to weekends? I actually look forward to Mondays!”
It’s true. What kind of person looks forward to Mondays? I guess writers with children and husbands look forward to Mondays. Lovely Mondays when the husband goes back to work, the kid goes back to school, and the routine begins again. It’s just the cats and me. I have a handful of dishes to watch, plenty of time to write (well, really there’s never enough time to write), and a house not filled with the sound of football blasting from the TV.
How long have I known I had to write this blog? Weeks. When am I writing it? Monday. See? Monday is the day works gets done, pages are written, houses are cleaned, home cooked meals are prepared, inboxes are cleaned out, and diets begin.
What are your weekends like? Do you look forward to Friday or Monday?