If you are anything like me, then Monday arrives and you groan and then start wishing that it was the weekend again. My colleagues and I do it and every week there is always one of us who was sure that Thursday was actually Friday. They are then consoled for the next two days!
But I have been thinking about the weekend more this last week after reading Jane’s post and how much burden I put on myself through all my wild ideas for those two days. I write a list and aim to get so many things done, all the bits that I haven’t crammed in to the week, like laundry and cleaning and blogging and shopping and wrapping presents and cooking. And the weekend can turn in to a bit of a nightmare.
Usually I spend Sunday evening wondering what on earth happened to the weekend!
I am entering this weekend with no firm plans at all. I had had plans to go to see Bugsy Malone with some fellow bloggers but I have cancelled them. The weekend is resting on whether my grandfather remains in hospital or whether he goes home. See, there is a plan (of sorts) to go up to Norwich and clean the house. And I don’t mean just hoover, I mean deep clean it. I am finding the prospect of doing some deep cleaning this weekend quite therapeutic. And if grandad comes home, then I will just see what happens.
Have a wonderful weekend.
Do you have plans and are you like me, and cramming as much as you can into these two days?
~ Pru
Perfecting Pru 