Am I the only person who dreads weekends?
From the moment my alarm goes off (no…I don’t naturally wake up at 6:15 a.m. on Saturdays) I run around frantically all day. My list of to-dos is a million check boxes long and it takes all day to get through it (I never get all the way through it).
I miss college football! I miss sitting on the couch in my jammies all day reading a book or (gasp) working on a manuscript. Nope. It’s all, “Crap. Late to T-ball. Crap. Is too cold to power wash the deck? Crap! Do you think I can snag the lawn mowing man next door? CRAP!! What do you mean you’re hungry? Can’t you see I’m in the middle of scrubbing/vacuuming/folding laundry/searching for a baseball sock?”
I’m tired of weekends full of crap. I want to go back to the slow days when I didn’t need to shower unless we were going out to dinner (which, BTW never happens any more).
Any suggestions on how to get my weekends back?