Fridays
Fridays are good. a beginning of the relaxation, a slow destressor. Once you get home. The longing to go home while one is at work begins as soon as you get there: is it over yet? Can we just go home? Do we really have to pretend today? Or, perhaps, that is just MY work.
But you come home, and the mind is still spinning, and the tiredness creeps in (oh, yes, still tired: no six hours is not really enough in the real world), and nothing really has to get done but there is this compulsion to DO something. And one has to refrain from telling the kid -- who has had a hard week in second grade -- that he needs to get a book report done, so why not do it now and get it over with? (Because its Friday night, Ma, and I'm tired, and I want to watch the last 3/4s of this movie I started last night and it wouldn't be high on my list of fun Friday things to do anyway).
On Mom weeks, I have a hard time figuring out how to de-stress on Fridays. I feel guilty, somehow. On non-Mom weeks, I often go out -- or stay home with a good book -- and I don't feel guilty at all. But then, last week I did make myself look for a job -- so its a never-ending process. To allow stress to motivate one? Or to take a good break?
By Sunday I should be completely chilled out and trying hard to avoid thinking about Monday morning.
But you come home, and the mind is still spinning, and the tiredness creeps in (oh, yes, still tired: no six hours is not really enough in the real world), and nothing really has to get done but there is this compulsion to DO something. And one has to refrain from telling the kid -- who has had a hard week in second grade -- that he needs to get a book report done, so why not do it now and get it over with? (Because its Friday night, Ma, and I'm tired, and I want to watch the last 3/4s of this movie I started last night and it wouldn't be high on my list of fun Friday things to do anyway).
On Mom weeks, I have a hard time figuring out how to de-stress on Fridays. I feel guilty, somehow. On non-Mom weeks, I often go out -- or stay home with a good book -- and I don't feel guilty at all. But then, last week I did make myself look for a job -- so its a never-ending process. To allow stress to motivate one? Or to take a good break?
By Sunday I should be completely chilled out and trying hard to avoid thinking about Monday morning.