Oh sweet weekend, why do you have to be so fickle?
You tease me on Thursday night with the promise of hours and hours
and hours and hours.
I can sleep in. I can wake up early. We're running, jumping, playing.
I am free, unencumbered by the meetings,
classes and responsibilities of work and family life.
I have all weekend to:
work on kid's science project
grocery shop and cook meals
But you're a jezebel, weekend. You promise, but you don't deliver.
Sunday night creeps into sight, a dark cloud of an impending storm blanketing
the earlier sunshiney landscape, with it a chill of inevitable change.
And then....the time is gone. Work week is on the horizon, Monday hammering
on the door.
So, I'm on to you, weekend. You can't pull this over on me again next week.
Next week, I'm gettin' fortified.