in theory: weekends

weekends are good. in concept.

but they are never as simple as they used to be.

as i was driving to work this morning and thinking about all i needed to get done this weekend, it made me take a look back at how i used to feel about it.

i remember in middle school and high school, if i didn't have weekend plans i was devastated. i say that emphatically - devastated. you would have thought it was the end of the world. oh, the drama.

i couldn't understand how my parents thought it was okay to just sit around and get things done around the house. how is that fun?

now, i'm looking at my list for the next two days:

storm's vet appointment
grocery shopping
sam's club shopping
target to get birthday present for meg's friend
cooking
cleaning
laundry
home repair stuff
mowing the lawn
chuck e cheese birthday party for meg's friend
brewing beer
bucs game
saturday night out with the girls (benefit show in ybor)

i don't even think that's the whole list.

i need to come to work just to get a break.

le sigh.

weekends used to be for fun. now i wish they would slow down and all i had to do was clean and wash clothes.

talk about a total 180 from my high school days.

i remember when we did actually have plans, they usually involved sitting around at someone's house or an empty parking lot and chain smoking cigarettes while talking about "deep" issues and listening to rock music. we thought we were so cool.

but we were bored. and we all swore that when we grew up, we would have things to do.

now i have things to do, and i would rather sit around, listen to rock music while smoking cigarettes and drinking wine. at least i'm legal now.

but alas, times have changed and so have i.

i probably wouldn't go back if you paid me.

but it would be nice to have a weekend of nothing again.

i'm tired just thinking about it.