It’s amazing how I can remember looking forward to Fridays. In my mind I was already picking out an outfit. My hairdo was ready, or at least thought of. Shoes! Anyone who knows me can attest to the fact that my shoes were ready. Either they were lined up under my work desk or at home waiting in a box in an accessible location. Fridays were exciting!
I hope that it isn’t age. I’m really blaming it on extreme busyness that by the time I see Friday, I don’t what happened to my energy on a Friday. I want nothing more than a nice relaxing bath and my bed. I don’t want anything else. (Maybe some ice cream, LOL.) It seems as though I’ve ripped and ran all week for everything and everyone and I want nothing more than a time out.
Why is everything on a Friday?
That’s what I want to know. Isn’t anyone else tired. Doesn’t anyone else long for their bed? My comforter calls me. My pillows sing to me. It feels so good just to sit and do nothing for a change, then to lay down, ah! It feels like a bit of heaven just to lay there and hold my pillow. I pull the comforter up to my neck and lay there for a few minutes. I cherish a few quiet minutes. It feels so incredible. The problem is that I have to get up! It’s Friday and something is happening somewhere, that I must attend. I don’t want to go. I want to stay in the bed. That’s not totally true. I want to go, but not tonight. Why Friday?
I guess I’ll stay in bed tomorrow. Hopefully no one will want breakfast or for me to take them somewhere. Oh no, what I am thinking? I have errands to run tomorrow, work on my blog and everything picks up again. Busy Sunday and the rest of the week. Some people say that there isn’t any rest for the weary. I do expect to rest someday, it just won’t be today.