happy (kind of) friday

for most people, Friday signifies the beginning of the weekend. two days that you don’t have to go to the office. two days that you don’t have to “dress for success”, whatever that means. to me, it signifies the beginning of two days of chores. i relish the fact that i don’t have to shower and wear clothes that are professionally acceptable. i do not miss speaking to clients for two days. but there are things i dread. the tedium. i water my plants at work on Fridays. by the time Friday rolls around, i’ve all ready done a couple loads of laundry. i try to get another one completed on Friday, so i have more time to do several on Saturday. and there’s usually a straggler load that must be completed on Sunday. if we have fresh fruits and vegetables, i prepare and freeze food for the Punkin Saturday morning. i do this in between diaper changes, books, and toys that frustrate him. i do dishes after every meal and snack, or four times each weekend day. we go to the grocery store, typically as a family; if el Jefe’ goes into work Saturday morning, we go to the store Saturday afternoon or Sunday morning. if i need to shop for Punkin, or a present, we either squeeze it in before the grocery run, or save it for the other day. after the grocery store, i prepare and freeze food for the Punkin. we try to take the Punkin on an outing each weekend. sometimes we make it to the park twice, sometimes only once. when the weather was warm (hot) we swam in the pool. last weekend i was nauseated 24/7, so the best i could manage was a trip to the mailbox, and a walk around the block with Punkin on his tricycle. when Punkin is napping, we pick up dog shit, clean the pool, iron, and sometimes i get a glorious nap. i water the plants at home on Sundays. and there are occasional phone calls and visits.

although that was a long rambling paragraph, and not necessarily all inclusive, it doesn’t seem like much. but it completely consumes the weekend. frankly, other than the time dedicated to Punkin, it’s not a lot of fun.

who in their right mind dreads the weekend?