I work Monday through Thursday, and though it’s only a part-time gig, my brain is pretty spent when I get home. Any intentions I have of getting much done other than making dinner go by the wayside.
Ahhhhh……..but Friday. I always have a three day weekend and I live for Fridays.
If I don’t have a frequent dentist or hair appointment, a car repair or lunch date I am in heaven. The whole day to get caught up on everything. Everything!
That’s where I found myself this past week. I talked myself out of getting routine blood work first thing in the morning from a physical that was done in April, and ignored a change oil and low tire pressure light on the dash of the car. This Friday was going to be about me doing what I wanted to do. Me!
Oh the thoughts swirling all week on the possibilities. No grand projects this time. No sirree. I would clean the house, get some bills paid and enjoy not being committed to anything all day. While the laundry was going maybe I’d maybe make some zucchini bread with all those veggies coming from the garden and finish a sewing project. Or make some calls for estimates on painting the house that we’ve been talking about.
Maybe I would write. Ack! Not that!
I started with the sewing project – valances for Maggie’s kindergarten classroom. I’d already cut the fabric. I just needed to pin it and sew it up. First, though, I needed to read the paper and check out Facebook, Pinterest and Huffington Post. And eat. Yes, I needed food to keep me energized for the tasks at hand. This took longer than expected. Finally, I sat on the floor with the box of pins and turned on the Young and the Restless while I worked. Who are these people? Jack has a fiance? But Jack’s married to Phyllis In The Coma For The Last Year. The deceased daughter of Sharon and Nick has come back as a barmaid who seems to be in love with Nick? What a tramp that one is! Paul has a son that looks to be five years younger than him?
When was the last time I watched this show?
I put my project down. This required my full attention.
And a snack.
When that was over I plugged in the sewing machine and got busy. Piece-o-cake. I’d be done with this project in no time. I finished the first two and then took a little break. I checked out Facebook, Pinterest, Huffington Post and Craigslist.
I had a snack.
The seam ripper I needed to open up where the rod needed to be inserted was nowhere to be found and so I used teeny scissors that were bent at the tip from being smashed in the drawer. This was making the job much more time consuming. How frustrating!
I needed a break and a snack.
By this time it was early afternoon. Had I even brushed my teeth? I couldn’t remember. Maybe some personal hygiene and makeup would help this Friday Attention Deficit I seemed to have. I got out my makeup bag, sat on the bed and turned the t.v. on while I beautified myself.
It was The Talk. Sherry explained that she had bladder leakage and that one in four people have this. One in four!!! What’s the answer to chronic bladder leakage? Why, Depends, silly girl. After an explanation on the leakage holding ability of Depends there was a fashion show. Four men would walk the Depend Fashion Runway and the women of The Talk had to guess which one was wearing the man diaper.
After the second guy I turned the t.v. off. Bored out of my Friday gourd, even I couldn’t watch this humiliation and call it entertainment.
So I checked out Facebook, Pinterest, Huffington Post and a few blogs.
Maybe I needed to get out of the house? Of course I did. I decided to go to the shopping center. After all, I needed navy pants for work. Yes. That’s what I need. I already felt more energized just driving there. I had a plan.
The store I often find pants that fit my shortyness was having 50% off the entire store. 50%? The whole store???
I bought two pair of colored jeans that I cannot wear to work and a black cardigan because I only have twenty of those and I needed twenty-one. I went into another store and after they promotion-assaulted me with a dozen deals that I couldn’t keep track of they called me “sweetheart” more times than I have cardigans. I had to leave. I cannot be the sweetheart of a high schooler. There are laws against that.
The last store I went into was having 40% off the entire store. 40% off? Even sale stuff? I took some things into the dressing room and tried them on. I would get completely dressed and undressed three more times. I was getting confused on what I didn’t need but had to get anyway because it was on sale.
I had a talking to myself on the way home about my behavior so far that day. There was still time to finish something I started and to make some healthy choices when it came to my Friday Frequent Eating.
“Okie dokie”, I said back to me. “When I get home I’ll have an apple with my cup of tea and kick it into gear.” I walked in the door, dropped my bags down and went into the kitchen to make my healthy snack.
Mal had made cookies.
I ate four and checked out Facebook, Pinterest, Huffington Post and Ann Taylor Loft (where, in fact, I had just come from).
Then I put a fork in my productive Friday.
It might not have been done but I was.