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Fridays, or Is It Monday Yet?

Most people look forward to Fridays because it’s the end of the work week. Fridays mean you are about to have two days to catch up on books, movies and naps. They mean you can step away from the week and recharge your batteries.

I DON’T always look forward to Fridays. Fridays rarely mean two days of bliss are ahead. Bill and I have gotten to the point where as the month starts filling up with plans I actually have to schedule a weekend (or at least one day) to do nothing. Plan to not plan, as it were. And sadly, all of these plans are not always Julie the Cruise Director’s fault. He still plans plenty of things, but I’m now doing my share too.

This weekend is stupid-busy. Tonight after work, I have to go home, finish grooming the dog (we spent four hours—yes FOUR hours—bathing, drying, brushing, bathing again and drying again last night) so I can take her to her weekend family—her handler and her siblings—because she has dog shows Saturday and Sunday. Once she’s acceptably groomed, I have to load her in the car with her sleeping bag and overnight case and binky, and drive her 30 miles to the show grounds. Then drive home.

Normally, I would spend both days at the dog show, but tomorrow I have too many other things to do (truth be told, she does better when I’m not there anyway. “Woo-hoo! Look at Me!”). I have to get my hair cut and my nails done (I know, boo-fucking-hoo, but trust me, my car has gotten more maintenance than I have lately). We’re also having some work done on the house so I have to stick around and wait for the guy to come and patch the dry wall in our bathroom. I have 5,000 errands to do in the one hour I will have free before I have to come home and get ready to go out for Bill’s birthday dinner. That will be the fun part of the day, but the planning leading up to it has been a little, um, intense (that’s another post). We are going to a new club/restaurant in Hollywood and I’m totally looking forward to it. I may even have a couple of martinis (or 12). Bill would usually get sucked into this hell, but since tomorrow is his birthday, he’s off the hook. Just for tomorrow.

Sunday doesn’t look like it’s going to be easier. We are going to drive back out to see Gracie show that day and the length of the day depends on how well she does. So we’ll leave kind of early and may either be home at noon or at five. I have to unload her and vacuum her perpetually-shedding hair out of the car. Somewhere in all of this, I have to do 65 loads of laundry, grocery shop, do some freelance stuff, cook dinner and God knows what else. Sleep? Not so much.

As hard as my weeks are, my weekends are harder. For my birthday next month, the best gift anyone can give me is a plan-free weekend.


3 Responses

  1. I can vouch that this is NO exaggeration. If anything this is a somewhat mild representation of the insanity her weekends sometimes are. Luckily for me, she still finds time to schedule me in. I don’t know how, but she does it. 🙂

  2. Well, YOU’RE fun. And we drink! You aren’t a PLAN, you are my sanity.

  3. Hope you get a chance to rest and regroup at some point! And happy birthday to Bill!

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