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 :)
1 comment:
I also live for the weekends!! AAHHHHHHHHH!!
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