FRIDAY, FRIDAY, FRIDAY IS MY FAVORITE DAY

Friday………..finally………….why does Friday take so long to roll around and Monday shows up way before I’m ready. This is my week:

Monday at about noon-ish, I’m still at work but I have great plans for when I get home: Ok, I think to myself and make a mental list of what I will do ujpon arriving home: I’ll mop the floors, do a load of laundry, make banana bread out of the over-ripe bananas on the cupboard (this will also get rid of my fruit fly invasion) Grill some chicken for “The Salad” (if you don’t know what “The Salad” is then…..ask. When the dishes are finished (this chore is Boyd’s, I cook he cleans) I will possibly organize the junk drawer.

What actually happens……………I get home, I water the back lawn, I water the plants on the deck….only because it HAS to get done. We scrounge something for supper, and I stumble into the bedroom and read some stupid “light fuff” novel that is on the nightstand, then I stagger into the shower, and crawl into bed and ago to sleep, thinking……..I’ll get a good night’s sleep and tomorrow I’ll really hit it hard when I get home.

Tuesday at about noon-ish, I;m still at work and think that I’ll get done what I had planned for Monday and add a couple of items, then……when I get home, I do what I HAVE to do and tell myself that Saturday will be the day that I get stuff done, and so the week goes.

So, When Saturday gets here I have a long list of things to do (sleeping in is always on the Saturday list) so Saturdays are never as productive and I want. I keep thinking that things will get done in my “retirement years”. Who knows.