Wasted

Here we are on Thursday night, all sagged out and lazy, laying around the family room watching Nicolas Cage movies and eating too many Oreos. I am exhausted from putting in another 40 hour work week, the second in a row. Everybody else in this house is exhausted from my work schedule too. Funny how that works. 20 hours I can do easily. 20 hours I love. 20 hours is perfect. But 40 hours in a week? Not so much. I don't know how mothers do it, who work a full time job all the time.

So we are looking forward to the weekend. Our plans consist of laying around, and maybe eating more Oreos. We might possibly stick our noses out the door long enough to sit on the porch and eat popsicles. If the phone or the doorbell rings, we will most likely pretend not to hear it. If not one constructive thing gets accomplished this weekend, we will consider it blessed.

Next week, my schedule goes back to the normal chaos. Next week is also, unbelievably, the last week of summer vacation. I will be honest- this has been a sucky summer. Between running back and forth to Logan all summer, juggling kids ,childcare and work; the stupid weather; adjusting to a new routine, new neighborhood, new yard, with no barbeque, no pool, no privacy, those lazy hazy crazy days we have come to expect from summer just never materialized. I am not happy about this. We didn't get done any of the projects we talked about. The yard is still a mess. The sprinklers are still broken. The fence is non-existent. The bricks are still stacked in the shed, taking up too much room, and still waiting to be transformed into a mailbox. The deck is still just a picture in my head. And now it will all have to wait another year. Or at least another weekend.