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Just Like That

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I think the Man upstairs and I need to have a little chat about time.

And how it passes more quickly on a weekend than during the week. How is it that it’s Monday morning? How? Who stole my weekend? Why do I feel more tired than I did on Friday? And man, you should have seen me on Friday, I was dog tucker knackered.

I once thought that New Zealand family life would be less fractious than it was in the UK. Less pressured. Less commuting, more time on the beach.

On Friday afternoon the weekend loomed large and luscious like an oasis in a a desert of stress.

What happened?

The irony is that I didn’t run around all weekend. I didn’t even do any jobs because my Englishman has devised a roster that details which teen dries which dish and when. Well, actually I did still cook meals. And do laundry. And shop for food.

Honey…about that roster….

But I did also take time to hang out with the family and watch Skyfall on TV on Friday night, which was fun. Who knew that Friday nights at home could even ┬áchallenge the wild Friday nights when I was a YUPPIE? Does learning to enjoy your home and family mean you’ve succumbed to middle age boorishness, or are you heading towards fully fledged self-actualisation?

The rest of the weekend was a mix of work and sleep.

I didn’t go for a run.

I didn’t ring Mum in Oz. (Bad daughter)

I didn’t spend time with my significant other. Well I did but it wasn’t significant time. And then it was late Sunday night and the panic swept over me like a cold wave on a frigid winter’s beach.

I haven’t done..

I need to do…

Crap, we haven’t paid..

Icy fingers of panic that dig deep into my psyche and drag out the scared shamed child from within.

And then it’s Monday and the weekend’s over and I feel woefully prepared for this week. In every sense. The weekend has passed, the oasis disappeared.

Just like that.

 

Do you feel like this, this Monday morning?

 


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'Just Like That' has 12 comments

  1. August 18, 2013 @ 11:36 pm Elizabeth Collins

    Monday mornings are never fun… never fun :-(! But they have their upsides in my house, the older child goes to Preschool and the younger one sleeps. Yep – peace and quiet briefly.

    Thanks for Saturday :-)!

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    • August 19, 2013 @ 1:33 am vegemitevix

      At least Monday morning was rescued by a wonderful massage at Cat’s Nurture Beauty Therapy clinic. Saturday was my pleasure. Vx

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  2. August 19, 2013 @ 1:53 am donnasimone

    I hear ya!!!
    Weekends go waaay too fast x

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    • August 19, 2013 @ 10:27 pm vegemitevix

      Don’t they! Though I noticed you were up at 9am on a Sunday morning. That’s madness! Madness I tell you!!

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  3. August 19, 2013 @ 6:17 am Potty Mummy

    Um – YES!

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    • August 19, 2013 @ 10:27 pm vegemitevix

      When I first left the corporate world I thought that there would be all this time. Oh how very wrong I was.

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  4. August 19, 2013 @ 6:49 am MidlifeSinglemum

    I try to get it all done when it’s not the weekend. Somehow running around like a headless chicken all week works whereas trying to accomplish anything at the weekend (even getting dressed some days) is doomed to failure.

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    • August 19, 2013 @ 10:26 pm vegemitevix

      I like the way you roll. Not getting dressed on the weekend? Sounds good to me!

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  5. August 19, 2013 @ 8:35 am Claudia

    Let me know what the Man Upstairs says about it because my weekends seem to vanish too.

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    • August 19, 2013 @ 10:25 pm vegemitevix

      Not sure He’s talking to me right now. But Tuesday morning is way better than Monday morning!

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  6. August 19, 2013 @ 7:33 pm expatmum

    I get a bit like this on Sunday evenings, but when I come back home from the school walk on Monday mornings – it’s quite nice!

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    • August 19, 2013 @ 10:24 pm vegemitevix

      You see I need to get up early (tick) and go for a run and then that would set me up for the week (cross). But I didn’t. I drank coffee and scowled at the morning and the sleep in my eyes.

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