Now that I'm back in the work world like everyone else, weekends have a whole new meaning. I can actually say, Yea, Friday... and mean it. When you're a domestic goddess all the days seem alike, except on the weekends you're not as lonely when the god is around. I forgot what heaven it is to sleep late (7: 00 Am) or to take an hour long bike ride around town. What I took for granted when unemployed now has more enjoyment attached to it. Weekends now seem like a mini vacation. There is sightseeing at the local markets (Cosco, Shop-Rite and Petsmart) and a gourmet dinner waits to be served after late afternoon cocktails on the porch or patio. We fit right in with the wildlife that surrounds us... laughing with the crows, noshing with the jackrabbits and Otis (my bunny) and being quiet enough like the deer so the nosy neighbors don't come strolling over to wreak our shenanigans. One of our neighbors has a heated salt water pool, but though it is nice that they always offer for us to come swimming... we prefer the splashy, kitschy coolness of our sprinkler. There is something very satisfying about wet grass on bare feet. Housework only gets done if there is nothing else going on... or if perspective buyers are coming to look... otherwise vacation is a time of rest and relaxation and silly fun. I am beginning to like this work stuff... as a foil for the weekend vacation.
