Working For The Weekend?

Is it wrong that in my day-to-day, working full time, I feel like I only live for the weekends? By the time I get up, work until 5 every day, two evenings I go to boot camp after work, get dinner made for anywhere from 2-7 people, fulfill a couple of random cleaning tasks (a load of laundry, unload the dishwasher, vacuum) I feel I’ve just run myself into the ground. I’m exhausted. I can’t wait to get into bed so I can get up and start the same routine over the next day.

As Monday progresses into Friday, I swear my bed time gets earlier and my random cleaning tasks start to dwindle and I get less done. By Thursday night, I’m pretty much worthless and it’s easy for me to crawl in bed before it’s even dark out yet.

Then comes Friday! I always wake up with my feet moving before they even hit the ground. I’m ready to tackle the day and get through it as quickly as possible so I can get home, we can load the car, and head down to our lake condo getaway. We don’t do anything much different at the condo than we do at home. I still have similar tasks, but instead of sitting for 8 fun-filled hours in the office, I get to spend most of those hours at the pool or on the lake. We are in the habit of staying up later at the lake usually because we have friends or family from out of town staying with us, or we visit with our neighbors, so by the time we get home to start the work week over again I’m already starting off at a deficit.

I’m not sure when living for the weekend became the norm, but I yearn for the days of living life for each day. I miss catching up with my circle of friends, having meaningful conversations and lots of laughs. I miss not having the time to experience new things and meeting new people. You can’t fit it all in on the weekend. Or is it enough? When the job gets in the way of life and makes it more mundane, it’s time to re-think priorities.

Cheers to re-thinking! Comment below and let me know what you’ve had to re-think.