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.)
Ending the weekend is a bit different. I cook during the week, as I work from home (for the most part) and it would be churlish of me not to. But, I don’t like cooking. The wife, on the other hand, loves to cook. And enjoys the things that go along with that; gardening, canning, brewing vinegar, reading cookbooks, shopping for food, etc. So, I get a respite from the drudgery on the weekends.
But I do the dishes no matter what. Which I don’t mind, and in fact enjoy. So, that is how I end the weekend.Report
I’ll always associate Sunday night with The X Files.Report
Due to scheduling conflicts, most of my D&D group met to play a different game (a Harry Potter story game one-shot) in NYC last night.
There are now game cafes where you can go play board games and tabletop RPGs. This is a very welcome development. Not least because the group playing D&D next to us were the most hipstery hipsters to ever hip a ster.
The paladin had a man bun.
The DM was wearing pink cat ears.Report
Most weekends, I watch Father Brown on OETA, sometimes while I eat a small light dinner (I tend to make my big meal on Sundays the noon meal, in memory of how it was when my grandmother was alive). After that’s over, I often watch Bob’s Burgers (how’s that for whiplash of styles?)
I try to do a little knitting or handquilting as many weekends I have not had time to do that.
Sunday evenings though were always pretty much “some kind of quiet tv show I like to soothe me back into the week” – for years, when I was in high school and college, it was “Murder, She Wrote” (I know a lot of people like to snark on that show, and I so was not in the demographics it was intended for, but I liked it). For a while after that ended, it was various things; now more often than not, it’s “Father Brown” (except when PBS is doing its annoying pledge season, where instead of normal programs they have woo-based health stuff of hectoring financial-advice people)
I also try (but don’t always succeed) to go to bed early on Sunday nights, to try to stockpile a little extra sleep against the week.Report
If you have Netflix, Father Brown is on that. My wife and I just started watching it, and we enjoy it. Midsomer Murders is a good one in that vein. Why are stories of rural Brits being murdered so relaxing? I don’t know. It’s kind of sad that many of the victims deserve it (in the way that only fictional characters can).
I also usually try for a relaxing Sunday evening, for the same reason as you: another week of classes begins.Report
Sunday evening I like to go over to C’s, watch TV, come home, wake Jaybird up to kiss him goodnight, and then drift into oblivion over the course of a couple hours of downtime in the library before stumbling back into the bedroom and truly falling asleep.
That’s kind of predicated on the rest of the weekend going as planned though, and life in general being reasonable.
Lately it’s been more like “message C to tell her I can’t come over, fall asleep for four hours, wake up when Jaybird comes to bed, kiss him goodnight, and then deal with Stress Feelings until I finally manage to get sleepy again.”
I strongly prefer the former.
C’s out of town for a couple weeks, hopefully by the time she gets back I’ll be back to normal too.Report
Goodness, I don’t think I have a natural rhythm for wrapping up my weekend, come to think of it. Maybe I’ll watch a few episodes of whatever show I’m currently binging; maybe I’ll play video games; maybe I’ll read; maybe I’ll drum (that’s gotta be early in the evenings, obvs).
Jaybird, why do I not know in what form you take your caffeine? I mean, OBVIOUSLY you’re grinding up Virain tablets and snorting them like a normal person, right?Report
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsMJe8Niv9wReport
“Christmas blowout.”
What the hell was that…? 🙂Report
I’m somewhat curious that this was episode #91.Report
The Report Of The Week is a dangerous rabbit hole to go down.
Be careful.Report
I wanted to take him seriously, but had to give up when I realized his shirt cuffs were not Frenched. Poseur.Report
“Energy drinks?! Those are so terribly bad for you!” he exclaimed while drinking his 5th cup of coffee.Report
Yeah, I had to stop drinking them when I was first diagnosed with hypertension.
They’re nothing but sodium.Report
Energy drinks? That didn’t sound right, so I just checked, and neither Monster, Red Bull, nor Gatorade is particularly high in sodium.Report
180mg per serving. A can holds 2 servings. If you get one of the big cans from the gas station, it has 3 servings.Report
I dunno, but according to my doctor, caffeine can kind of be a problem too. Maybe even more than sodium. (I’m only allowed one cup of caffeinated tea a day, but about 1500 mg of sodium)Report