I remember when I was in elementary school I was always waiting for the weekend because I wanted to stay home with my mother. The weeks just seemed so freaking long. I remember how exciting it was when I would find out that there was a Monday holiday the next week. Children can’t keep track of those things.
Now that I’m older, the days just seem to run together. It’s weird but the days are long and the weeks are short, if that makes any sense. I actually I don’t work for the weekend like most people. In fact, it really doesn’t mean anything to me on the weekends. Except that my mother doesn’t have to work, so now I still have to wait for the weekend to be with her.
Yeah….she should quit her job. I NEED TO BE RAISED!
Anyways, I don’t really do anything on the weekends, it’s just like any other day. Actually, I usually have to ask someone if it is the weekend. This could be easily resolved with a calendar, but those are for jerks.
Weekends and Monday Holidays actually have gotten annoying. Just one more day with no mail and an inability to go to the banks. Everything is closed, Ugh.
So, it doesn’t really bother me all that much that I don’t go out on the weekends. I don’t really have anything in particular that I want to do. But because I don’t have to work, I do end up trying to make up things to do.
The only problem is that Fridays are serious business.