I miss the sun.
I start feeling this way about this time of the year when work projects start piling up and the time sitting at my computer desk gets longer and longer. I miss having days where I could relax and take a break, like a day off for pedicures and decadent cupcake glutton-y after a morning of boutique shopping. Or time chasing a toddler through dewy grass parks and then settling in for the afternoon of binge watching Weeds for the millionth time. And also generally just mentally telling responsibility to “screw off” for the day. I don’t get too many of those anymore.
I feel like weekends are like mini marathons to squeeze in family time and errands that get neglected during the grueling five day work week. It’s tough to feel like you are ever equally balanced. Not that long ago before job changes, I used to have some flexibility in my schedule. Impromptu days off are my most favorite ever, and frankly, make me wondering if the five day work week is what’s really wrong with America. I for one, function better with a little more down time. You hear that, boss!
Summertime makes me a little envious of moms who get to be at home with their kids. Since I haven’t yet successfully talked anyone into paying me to just be myself, I have to keep up the preschool drop off/working girl/part-time everything else for the next ellipsis of time. For now I’ll settle at kicking the weekends ass and cramming as much playground-kingdom-making/Target-aisle-roaming/movie-watching/pool-time-relaxing/house-decluttering time in those short little 48-hours.
Let the weekend begin!