Hey there, dear readers! I’m so terribly sad that I don’t have another three day weekend (and since I’m not a teacher, I don’t have the prospect of a snow day, either), but I suspect I’ll manage to survive, some way, somehow. This is going to be a long week, and unless I take vacation days, my next holiday won’t arrive until the end of May, for Memorial Day. That means it’s time to buckle down and lean into it.
Anyway, as I was working on blog posts for this week (I’ll be out of town at a conference for three days, so I’m trying to be organized and plan ahead), I thought about how weekends are vastly different now that I’m an adult. I’m not even just talking about how they’re different from when we were kids–I mean that there’s a huge, noticeable difference from my early 20s and now.
Back in the day, a weekend meant a break from work. It meant it was time to let loose, hang out with friends, and maybe make some poor life decisions. I would sleep in, take three hour naps, maybe do some shopping, then I’d carb load and rally in time for evening festivities.
Let me share how I spend my weekends these days:
– “Sleeping in” to us means getting up around 9am. This is absolutely Millie’s fault, but seeing this sweet face in the morning is totally worth it.
– Laundry is officially designated as a weekend activity, because it takes about half a day. Sure, I could do it during the work week, but I’m already so exhausted by the time I get home, I barely have the energy to make dinner. I can only imagine that laundry will become my second, full time job once we have kids.
– Going out for drinks at a bar? Um, cocktails are expensive these days, and when you “go out for drinks,” people are expecting you to stay out and be functional past 11pm! No thanks. A glass of cab sauv, a movie, and bedtime at 10pm sounds like a fun night to me!
– Weekends are still a time for meeting up with friends–but it’s the only time. In college, I could easily text five different people (no, wait, I would call them, because those were the days when my dad wouldn’t pay for text messaging), and we’d all meet up within twenty minutes for food and drink. Nowadays, my friends and I are too exhausted to meet up after work (especially because traffic here adds an extra two hours to any activity), and if we want to get together, we usually have to pick a weekend a month in advance.
– Taxes, car maintenance, grocery shopping, going to the bank–all the things I avoided doing with my parents because it was so boring, are now the things that occupy my time on the weekends. However, there’s a perk to this–for example, the other day as I waited for my car to get inspected, I walked over to the bar next door and had a drink and an appetizer. Sometimes, being an adult has its advantages.
– Naps have become a real luxury these days, so if we happen to find a block of time available for a weekend nap, we snatch that opportunity as quickly as possible.
– Work, work, work. Matt and I both have jobs that don’t stop on 5pm on Friday, and there are many times throughout the year when one or both of us have to work all weekend.
At this point, I’m not even sure where I’m going with this. I tried pushing through a food coma to get things done this afternoon, and I just spent two hours working on taxes, and now I’m really tired. I think I’m starting to realize that being “settled” and not running around town at all hours of the night on weekends is very appealing to me. When I was younger, I was fearful of being old and boring and settled, but now I realize it’s just another phase in life, and I’m at the point where I find it totally awesome to hang out on the couch on a Saturday night.
What about you, dear reader? Are you still in your party phase, or are you more eager to stay settled in for the night?
Sorry for such a rambling post. Tomorrow, I’ll let you all know how Matt and I did on our Grammy picks!