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The Aftermath

home-sweet-homeI finally made it home, and boy am I thankful!! Going away always make me appreciate the many thing I have when I return. Although the trip was glorious, I am always happy to return to my own home. My own little niche in the world. Where all my things are, my dishes are, and my bed IS! Oh, how I missed my bed. Is it just me, or can anyone else ever get a TRULY good night’s sleep in someone else’s bed? The sheets alone spook me. Are they really clean? And  like, who put their heads on the pillows for the last year and drooled through the pillowcase. Did they ever get washed? Is it just dried junk among the stuff and fluff? Yikes.

I don’t want to come across all whiney and unappreciative about getting to go away, but going away gets everything off track. One of our larger dogs had to be kenneled, so he was a bit weird about returning to his schedule of 3 times out a day. Our toy Yorkie always seems to have amnesia when she returns to us, looking as though she doesn’t remember the routine in the house. Sidenote: We have to find another place to put her next time. We’ve run out of family and friends to take the loud-mouth. All she does is bark when she’s away from home. Major problem.

I’m spending the day washing clothes and unpacking. Again, not to complain, but it takes two days to get back to normal after a vacation. Then I get to get up and do it all again. We have an overnight orientation with my college boy this week. I’m only half-unpacking—my toiletries are remaining in the bag for the next hotel. This week will fly by after I return. I’ll continue to unpack and catch up at work. In no time, the weekend will be upon me and so will the month of July. Can we just take a breather and bring the hands of the clock to a slow crawl? Just for the rest of summer break?  🙂

 

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Friday…The Chosen Day

fridaydoDo you act differently on Friday than say…Wednesday? Of course you do! And so do so many other people. Let’s face it, Monday is the devil and Friday is…FRIDAYYYY!!!!

My friend and I were having lunch today and she said something that made me think. She said that all we do is live out the week looking forward to the weekend, and before you know it, another year has gone by; it’s summer again, your kids are going into another grade, and BAM! it’s Christmas! It doesn’t take too long with this thinking before everything that used to be…isn’t.

Why don’t we ever just enjoy Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday? I’ll give ya a pass on Monday. Monday will always be the stink eye day of the week. It’s the Debbie downer that ruins the weekend. It’s the stumbling block that ends the fun…the relaxation, the day that takes you back to reality.

They say enjoy the journey on the way to your destination. It’s difficult sometimes. You’ve got your mind so set on that end line–that goal, that all the people you met along the way there, all the things you did…well, they’ve become background noise. Something you flew by without even taking the time to enjoy them. Because before you know it, all that’s going to stick out in your mind is Friday. Theoretically.

Don’t get me wrong, Friday is wonderful. Magnificent. I don’t have to wake up early the next day, pack lunches, and go to work. Friday I wear a bigger smile, endure mean people better, and look for the silver linings. Okay, so I’ve just talked myself out of wading through Tuesday thru Thursday better. I’m going to have to treat them like Friday, I guess. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. That way I’ll enjoy the journey, be happy, and pretend it’s Friday again!  (I wonder how long this will last?) It doesn’t matter today….because it really is Friday! 🙂

Have we learned anything from this rant? I didn’t think so.