Ok it's been about three weeks now since I had a real weekend. I'm talking about a day when nothing needs to get done on a schedule. A day (even just one) when I'm accountable to no-one but Sweetie (and even that should be negotiable). And it's spring break for crying out loud and I'm still running around like a chicken with it's head cut off.
Now, before everyone goes running to the comment box to tell me that I'm doing too much, I have to tell you that everything that I'm doing is important to me. I enjoy most of it (I could live with a few less hours of work). I want to do all of it and more. But somebody decided that there would be only 24 hours in a day, 7 days in a week and humans need to sleep at least 6 hours per night.
Take this weekend for example - it's pretty typical. Saturday started at about 9:30 when Tony decided that the humans had had the bed long enough and it was well passed his nap time. So we got up and rudely started right in with the power tools puting up the kitty ledge under the window. (It had originally been intended to be a book shelf, but since we put it under the windo and there are birds out the window we doubt that anything we put on there will stay where we put it). In the middle of that project, a friend called to say that she was finished with her Saturday morning obligations and was ready to meet us for lunch. So we cleaned up and headed out. Lunch took about 3 hours because we were silly enough to order the 7 course dinner at a Vietnamese restraunt. The meal was good and fun and way too much food, but that put us way behind schedule.
After lunch my friend and I dropped her husband at home to fix the truck, Sweetie went to the Coffee Shop and we headed for a fabric store to look for lace to make my wedding dress out of. It took a while, but we finally found a lace that I would be happy with, but since it would need to be special ordered I marked down what it was and left it at that (we have more than a year left to plan this). Then we wandered over to the pattern section and came up with all sorts of ideas about how the attendants should be dressed. We found one really cool pattern for the guys, but the gals are being more difficult - we eventually decided to mix and match a couple of patterns together to get a look that would be flattering to all three "bridesmaids". Fortunately she's a better seamstress than I am so I'm sure the dresses will all turn out nice.
After that I hurried back to the Coffee shop to meet Sweetie and the rest of our gaming group and spent most of the evening pretending to be a brownie herbalist with three apprentices, a elven mage room mate who has an appretice of his own and two fox companions.
Sunday morning started with the alarm going off when it thought it was 8am (it thinks that it's earlier than it is so that it will induce panic early enough in the morning to be effective). Grandma and Grandpa's christmas presants were wrapped and then off to First Unitarian Society for a forum on Social Justice, followed by Assembly (the sermon was about Gay marriage and why we should support it - way cool if you ask me). Then lunch at the Coffee shop and off to visit the Deaf Nursing home residents. After two hours of gossiping about people I don't know in my second language, it was back to the Coffee Shop to collect Sweetie again and then to Grandma's house for dinner (and Christmas gift exchange - finally). Then home to do home work.
Tomorrow the week starts all over again with a 10 hour work day. Classes resume on Thursday. I expect that I won't see a weekend until sometime in June.
Posted by Becca at March 28, 2004 09:41 PM