Ode to the Weekend

I remember being a kid and looking forward to the weekends with great anticipation.  The weekend meant a break from school and time with my family and friends.  Weekends meant Friday night at the roller rink, Saturday kickball games, and Sunday morning donuts and comics.  I would moan and groan through the week, and sleep in till noon on Saturday morning.  I had a few chores, but let's face it, me and my sister had it pretty easy.  My life was simple. 

As an adult, this excitement has not faded, but ignited into a weekend-love-affair.  I positively live for my two (three if I'm lucky) days off during the week.  As a naive young 20-something, I once told myself that I should have a job that I didn't resent going to.  Yes, the weekends would be wonderful, but I wanted a job that didn't feel like, well, work.  Now, several years later, I know that work is work.  Even though I have great days and laugh often, it is still my job.  

There is nothing I love better than escaping school on a hot Friday afternoon at the end of May.  Radio on, listening to some old school Nirvana and driving home.  Of course, now I have tons of chores and errands to attend to - but that does not dampen my spirits.  I need a mental refresher, a Slurpie for my brain.  Minus the brain freeze. 

Happy Weekend :)