It's funny how we work. Every week I look at the upcoming week and think "That doesn't look so bad." And then, by the end of the week, I feel like I'm running on fumes. And this without having any children of my own at home. I don't know if I could handle somebody dependent on me the minute I walk in the door at the end of a work day. I'm usually the one who makes dinner in our house, but at least I know that, if I'm too tired or get home too late to take care of it, Kevin can fend for himself. Thank goodness. I keep reminding myself that this is about as "stress-free" as my life is ever going to be, and then I'm grateful for all those things that I'm NOT responsible for, at this point. I'm not sure if that makes me a selfish person or an intelligent person or a little of both. I think a little of both.
I've said it before and it still stands true: Friday nights are, hands-down, the best night of the week. You can look back on the week and pat yourself on the back for everything you've accomplished...and then immediately begin the weekend. One of the best feelings in the world is going to sleep on Friday night knowing that you WON'T be waking up to an alarm the next morning. Sleep is always better when you are not subconciously anticipating an interruption to your slumber.
Unless, of course, you make plans to go out of town early on Saturday morning :P We're headed up to DC to attend the annual Army/Navy football game party with some friends tomorrow. Always a testosterone-packed event. Last year, we ended up watching the game following the Army/Navy game as well...After close to 8 hours of football, I finally told Kevin we needed to find something else to do, because I couldn't stand any more football. His reaction was stereotypically male...What? Too much football? Is there such a thing?!? While I really don't mind football, there is a limit and 8 straight hours crosses it.
Be back Sunday night to (maybe?) pick out our Christmas tree and actually put out some of those BOXES upon BOXES of Christmas decorations that currently take up our living room space.
Enjoy the weekend...
"I get something out of them. When I feel down, I like to treat myself. Clothes never look any good, and food just makes me fatter, but shoes always fit." In Her Shoes ~Jennifer Weiner
Friday, December 02, 2005
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Some record-straightening is now in order. ;-)
First, it was not JUST a game, it was Auburn-Tennessee game to see if Auburn could go undefeated for the season. They did.
Second, if you remember, I asked our hosts if we could go out to dinner. They gladly obliged and we enjoyed a nice evening out with them. You, on the other hand, were embarrassed I had been so pretentious to suggest to our hosts we were not enjoying the 8th hour of football and were quite upset with me because I had been a "rude guest". I'm more sympathetic than you make me appear. ;-)
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