I used to love Mondays and hate Fridays. Now, for the opposite reason I’m dreading Mondays and loving Fridays.
Back in the day of unemployment Friday meant the beginning of the Reign of Chaos. Everyone was home. Everyone was demanding my attention and my time. I couldn’t relax, chill, play Bejeweled or Mahjong. Lame! Everyone being home meant lots of noise and mess everywhere. It meant driving all over tarnation for something I didn’t even get to do, like dancing. I hated Fridays.
Mondays meant everyone out of the house. It meant at least five blessed hours of quiet and freedom. I could read, or write, or clean or sleep. Nobody demanded my attention or asked me to work. The only driving I had to do was that which was required for getting said family Out of the House …oh and back again. Mondays meant four days of such bliss, while Fridays were three days of pure and utter pandemonium.
Now I’m employed. Hallelujah. But where is MY time? I no longer have a farm in Farmtown. My Bejeweled score stays below one. My naps are limited to the back seat of the car during church or my limited lunch hour (which is actually thirty minutes). Forget about reading, or writing or cleaning. I have to wake up at the BUTTcrack of dawn just to get my basic morning routine accomplished. I’m exhausted before eight o’clock at night and have limited my TV shows to about ONE.
Oh and Saturdays? Yeah, I still have to drive all over the place and still don’t get to participate. I also get to go shopping (ever done Costco or Wal-Mart on a Saturday? GAH!). By Sunday around eleven in the morning I’m ready to pass out. And where am I you ask? In church. Not the best place to be napping (although it is peaceful and quiet).
I’m not complaining, however. I like my job. I love the people I work with. I’m happy to be busy and productive. I’m just so tired. Considering I spend a lot of my time at work organizing and filing you’d think the boxes in my bedroom would be much better managed. I miss my family. I miss my house. I miss my new puppy, Bailey (he still has puppy breath).
So now I love Fridays because it means I get to go shopping ( – and I need to post about the beauty of Thrift Stores!) and spend time with my family. I get to visit with my girls when I drive them all over the place and snuggle with my boys. I get to watch the TV shows I’ve missed and spend time with my husband. I get to sleep in and get caught up with my online friends.
I’m finally normal and love Fridays and dread Mondays.