Weekends

Why is it that time is so different on the weekends? Those hands on the clock spin at a different speed than they do on a work day. It is more like the speed they run on at night...zip and its time to get up. It just isn't fair. What looks like endless possibilities on Friday night become unfinished projects by Sunday night. And for me, I'm lucky I even GET to the projects!

I think my brain and its "To Do" list is far bigger than the time on the clock. Maybe it is my need to actually get a decent night's sleep instead of getting up before the roosters. It seems that between grocery shopping (which you already know I love), laundry (which I don't), shoveling through the debris of the week, trying to cook at least one awesome meal and spending at least some time catching up with friends and family, it is gone. The elves never visit and finish up the boring stuff. I am left Sunday night, standing by the washer with one last load, lamenting the passage of time.

I often think that if I had a three day weekend, life would be better. Think of what I could finally get done. Alas, I think I would find myself in the same place at the end of the day......too much I want to do with too little time.  I don't ever find myself thinking this at the end of a workday. Not done? There is always tomorrow. That doesn't work for weekend stuff, at least not for me. Not done means waiting until the week is done and Friday night rolls around in all it's glory. I can't seem to do anything but cook dinner and collapse during the work week. It all waits for me until the weekend....

Maybe this is why my Christmas tree sits sadly in the living room and decorations are piled on the dinning room table, waiting to rest in storage boxes. I vow to finish it all before February! Just close your eyes when you come to visit and you find yourself on your way to the bathroom. Remember the family room and kitchen look great! I'm working on it. In fact I better get busy. The game starts in a few hours and I can't miss that, can I?????

Ahhhh.....the weekend..........a blissful interlude that is as fleeting as it is enjoyable......