Is there anything harder than saying goodbye to a weekend and getting up and going to work with your lover still fast asleep beside you? Maybe it's my huge jealousy issues, but I almost can't deal with the agony of separation. I sooooo wanted to drink my coffee and eat my toast and watch tv and walk and read books and play with the kitties and kiss my husbandez. I ALWAYS winge and fret and think of ways I can get out of work and school. It's alas only fantasizing. It was so much easier when it just involved calling in sick to work (I'm sure 99% of my career calling-in-sicks have been on Mondays). With having school, it's almost like what's the point of calling in sick to one when you have to go to the other.
Well, the gist of the matter is that I'm obediently sitting in my little desk at work (albeit 15 minutes late and after responding "I'm here" to my boss' "how are you?") tapping like a good little worker on the keyboard. When I'm in these "transitioning to Monday" moods, I'm very grateful for the 24 minutes it takes to get to work. I don't turn on the radio, but I just sort of spend time with myself - tying up loose thoughts from yesterday. I also wish I was rich/retired/financially supported. I think of the time when I will have days of doing nothing. Could anyone BE more of a whiny baby? To be sure, it's always much better once I'm actually AT work/school. (and I do feel good to be adding a meager income to my family).
This weekend wasn't wowie-zowie, but it was nice in that I got a little creatively restless. It was excellent in that our yard is firmly on its way to becoming a fairy land. It was MOST excellent in that I didn't have to do anything but exist (and I'll do all my schoolwork this week).
