Who stole my weekend? Where did it go? I could swear it was coming and then my groceries got delivered, I had some ice cream, and BOOM! My weekend was gone! Who would be so cruel as to take my weekend?
I hate it when time zooms by so quickly I wonder where the eff the days went. Thank God I’m not alone when it comes to this. Rott took out the stuff to build my new computer tower. It’s been sitting in the closet now for three weeks. He decided that in order to build my new tower, he needed to clean up the dining room area of the kitchen where typically there’s the 5-gallon bottles from Arrowhead, a bag of trash waiting to go out, and various and sundry empty boxes from stuff we’ve bought recently. I think he figured it was all part of cleaning off the dining room table that no one sits at but instead has become a sort of extension of our counters (which are small and still in their original state from the 60s.)
Now, I can understand him wanting to clear off the table and use it as a workspace to build the tower. I didn’t understand how the kitchen, dining room area, and living room ended up looking like an obstacle course. And, of course, this big project of cleaning every nook and cranny in the dining room area became too much of a project and his back started hurting and he got tired and had to power nap on the couch, and… Well, you get the picture.
So here it is, Monday morning at the ass-crack of dawn, I need to get out of here cause my car is on the street and the pavers will be here by 7 am, and there’s Rott, passed out on the couch next to my new tower, still in the box, mop, bucket, cleaning materials decorating every bit of space between him and the dining area. It will probably be all sparkly when I get home though.
Still, I can’t for the life of me get mad. I mean, I think I did the same thing. On Saturday I got droopy eyed in the middle of the day and decided to take a nap for an hour or two. FIVE hours later I woke up dehydrated and way too hot. My excuse, of course, is that my allergies are kicking my ass because the Santa Anas are back. My eyes are leaking water and redder than red. My nose runs and is dry at the same time. My head feels like it’s stuffed full of cotton. Sometimes my Allegra just doesn’t cut it. Sometimes nothing does. Guess this is one of those times.
I end up just feeling like someone has stolen my weekend. I know it’s not true. Rott and I stood in the hallway, pulling out the computer components, talking about how when we were little summer vacation from school seemed sooooo long. We got tired of vacation. We were bored. We wanted to go back to school and hang with our friends. Now, in our forties, time flies like a muthafucka. What the hell?
I guess I understand what’s happening. As a kid, you don’t have anything much to do. Take out the trash and play. As an adult, I have so much to do that my eyes get crossed just thinking about it all. And that is how time tricks me into thinking someone stole my effing weekend. Time is definitely a Bastard.
I need a purdy Marcus so I can roll outta here 40 minutes before I usually do. Thank you City of Santa Ana for taking a whole fucking month to pave my damned street. Apparently, Time is all you bureaucratic freaks have!
See the pout? It’s a lot prettier than my pout I can tell you. LOL
Alright, I need to head to the office before more time is stolen from me. You all have yourselves a great Monday! MUAH!