Why does going back to work after a three-day weekend always feel like a punishment? Am I being punished for playing too much?
As I sat down at my desk and was putting my keys in my purse I found the to-do list I’d made last Thursday. And although I could tell it was my handwriting it honestly took me 3.5 seconds to realize why I would’ve put item number one on the list.
I mean, I plan to figuratively do that at some point pretty much every weekend, but I’d never need to put it on the list to make sure it was accomplished. And then it hit me: I literally wanted to put feet on my couch. Couch feet, that is. My couch has been sitting directly on the floor since I got it and I decided I wanted to raise it up a bit, you know, make it taller. So, that’s what I meant.
You may also note that a trip to IKEA was on the list which means there’ll be some remodeling posts in the semi-near future.
Exciting stuff is happening, now I just need some more three-day weekends to get it all done.
Well, a girl can dream. And on Mondays, that’s all I’ve got to keep me going sometimes!
1 comment:
Brooke, I know how you feel...I'm always getting bugged about blogging but I post more than anyone else! I love your posts, they are great. So I think we need to do lunch soon! Give me a call. I'd love to see you.
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