Saturdays are getting old. I have so much to do over a weekend, and never enough time to do them all. Then Sunday rolls in and I have stuff I have to have ready for the morning--teaching Primary does that to you--and then before I know it I am facing Monday head on.
How does this happen EVERY week?
Laundry, shopping, cleaning, projects. All these need to be done, but I want to play and have a relaxing weekend--not a chore-filled end to my chore-filled week at work.
I guess this is the part of life my mom tried to teach me wasn't fair, so I should just suck it up and get on with life. But it doesn't make me like it any more.
So much to do, so little energy and interest to do it.
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