Weekend Plans Post: not the beginning, but the end
A lot of my weekends that aren’t specifically devoted to a special event of some kind (Christmas, birthdays, company event) are blissfully similar to each other.
There are chores to do and errands to run. Laundry must be done. Groceries must be purchased. Sure, there’s usually a lot of free time mixed in there and laundry has a lot of free time baked into it (my first load of the weekend is usually towels… sure, the washing machine takes the usual 55 minutes or so but the dryer can take hours and hours and, hey, that’s a recipe to sit and play games and think “I’m doing a chore!” as bosses are defeated).
But at the end of the weekend, there’s usually a winding down and I realized last weekend that I usually do the same thing every Sunday night (barring Christmas or birthdays or whatever).
6 PM rolls around and I sigh and get up to give Momo his medicine and feed the cats. Now we have to get breakfasts ready for the coming week ahead. Maybe boil some eggs, maybe just get some “Just Crack An Egg”s together and put everything in tupperwares with some cheese or bacon so I can just grab and go as soon as the kitties are fed in the morning. After the breakfasts are prepped, then it’s time to do the circuit of the house and collect all of the garbage and take that out. Then do the same for all of the recycling. By this time, the cats should be done with their dinner and so it’s time to collect their dishes and fill up the dishwasher.
And *NOW* it’s time to sink into the last little part of the weekend under a blanket in the basement knowing that, hey, these last couple of hours are *MINE*.
I know that all of the trash cans are empty. I know that the recycling is empty. I know that the laundry is done and upstairs. I know that the kitties are going to be good for about 12 hours or so. I know that, come morning, the kitties will have clean dishes for their food foods and I will have breakfast ready to be thrown into a bag with some caffeine.
And I have EARNED my butt in this chair.
Even though the weekend ending is vaguely bittersweet (in the mild way that something that happens every dang week can be bittersweet), having my weekends end like that takes the worst of the edge off.
So… how do you end your weekends?
(Featured image is “Chop Wood, Carry Water” by Simon Matzinger. Used under a Creative Commons License.)