We look forward to it the minute we wake up on Monday morning. "Can't wait til Friday." "Is it only Wednesday?" "Will Friday ever get here?"
And of course Friday gets here. Closing timing. No matter what it might be. Two days of bliss. No schedules, no alarm clocks to wake us up. Freedom (temporary that it might be).
We celebrate Friday. A dinner out. After all, it is Friday. A bottle of wine shared. Perhaps another glass or two down the way. After all, its Friday.
We drift to sleep, content we will awake up to Saturday. A day to ourselves. Sure, we will run errands. Sure we will have to do something but its what we choose to do. Not the mundane of a work schedule
Saturday 8 a.m. looks so promising. So much day ahead. Saturday 4 p.m. Where did the day go? But yet we still have the evening and there is always Sunday.
Saturdays here are a bit of errands, a little of fun, a movie, a museum, an adventure. Then later in the afternoon the kids come over. We watch while their parents work. We make a meal, we share a meal, we open a bottle of wine, we enjoy the comforts of the pool. We say goodbye, they text when they get home. we settle in for the night. Saturday is over.
But Sunday looms ahead.
We open our eyes to Sunday. A new day and we aren't having to clock in.
We repeat the process. Get up, eat, get ready, head out.
Church today. And we rejoice because we have found that church we want to connect with. We enjoy the sermon, the worship, the fellowship.
Sunday is starting to fade away, but there is still a lot of hours ahead.
Lunch out and then perhaps another errand and then we settle back home figuring out when we have to start cooking this and cooking that knowing they will all be over either now or a little bit later when.
We all converge. A meal put on the table. Simple sometimes, a bit more complicated other times.
We pray. We pass the dishes. We talk. We laugh. The end of the weekend looms ominously ahead but there is still time to do this and do that. A dip in the pool, a dessert shared. Always laughter. Always talk. Stretching out the last of the last of the last.
Until it is time to say "enough is enough is enough." We must get ourselves ready for Monday.
A new school year.
An hour commute.
A cleaning of house.
A workday (for more than one).
And so we gather up that, that needs to be gathered up.
We sort out. We categorize.
We toss that out and keep that for another day.
We kiss goodbye.
Text us when you get home.
We'll see you next week.
Call if you need anything.
I love you.
A hug, and then it is silent again.
We make sure the dishwasher is ready to run in the morning.
The towels and suits in the washer to freshen up in the new day.
We look at each other and say "thanks for a great weekend.."
And then we wonder where the time went.
And we trudge to bed because we know within hours the alarm will ring
and we'll start a new week ahead
but every week it will come
the weekend we covet.
Am I the only one that feels this way?