Saturdays Are Really Mondays

Being that I have been unemployed...retired...taking some time off....a stay home mother without kids at home...or just a wife that doesn't work. (I never know what to say when people ask what I do because whatever my response, I refuse to say I am a "housewife") I have always thought that word inferred that you were married to your house...hummmm. Anyway since I have been without a "real job" for more than two years, I have fallen into a wonderful habit of doing just what I want to do all day....well until 5:00PM when Rick comes home. Other than the "things" I am required to perform daily (ie: preparing breakfast at 7:00AM and having the dishes washed, bed made, grocery shopping and some food for dinner by the "arrival time") to some this may sound like alot of required work but when breakfast consist of scrambled eggs, making a bed takes about two minutes, dishes are always done the night before, and the crock pot is an amazing piece of cookware...combined with the fact that my husband eats no carbs..it is a real piece of cake. (which my husband never eats and I never have to cook)

So during the week I am left to be able to play on Facebook, run around with my Mother, go to lunch with my parents, visit my crazy Aunt at the nursing home, go to movies, go shopping, take a day at the lake (by myself) or just sit around all day in my jammies watching all the Datelines and 20/20's that are on my DVR. ( I save all of these because there are days where I want to sit around in my jammies and I hate daytime TV) This is MY time and I have never experienced this kind of freedom before. I have stayed at home before but I had really young children so there was no watching anything on TV...but now it is just me...I have NO limits and NO schedule for this time and it feels WONDERFUL!! For once I get to choose what I want to do....It is sacred time


So with this being said your Saturdays are my Mondays. Saturday and Sunday become two days of work, of doing what someone else wants me to do. Even when this time becomes two days at the lake it still involves someone else's idea of what we NEED to do....Don't get me wrong, I love the lake and I really am not complaining about these two days of sacrifice...but they ARE a sacrifice. I guess it is a foriegn idea to feel sad to see Friday come but in my weirded out life it is a reality. Note: all the "required" activities listed above are still required in my/your "weekend" so let's just say that these two day become sorta crowded because I am cooking, cleaning and doing dishes, while being watched by someone who wants me to hurry and get out of my jammies, shower, get dressed and ready to get in the car and "go somewhere". I need to insert here that most of the time after this "rush" of required activities we end up in the car looking at each other and say "Where are we going?" and then we end up riding around and basically doing NOTHING! At the lake we end up sleeping until 11:00AM (way too late) and hanging out on the deck (again staring at each other) and then asking "What are we going to do?"

Wow....Please hurry up Sunday night (which is really Friday...)