When I woke up this morning, I had only one discernible thought: “uuuuuuuuugh.”
I find that by the time Friday rolls around, I’m desperate for rest of all kinds: rest from the gym, rest from doing my hair (I have a ton of hair, so the process of trying to make it look normal is the cosmetic equivalent of the Bataan Death March), rest from cooking dinner…basically, I want nothing to do with my normal weekday routine. For me, a perfect Friday involves as low-maintenance of a day as humanly possible. If I could do absolutely nothing, that’d be even better.
Alas, I still have to go to work and earn my salary, so doing nothing isn’t in the cards for me. But a rest day totally is.
So, instead of sweating it out at the gym right now, I’m giving my body a break and reading celeb gossip and perusing Facebook. Instead of my post-workout green smoothie, I’m having an egg white sandwich with my coffee. And I absolutely refuse to do much of anything to my hair.
Oh, and I sincerely hope that tonight can involve Thai food delivery.
This weekend is going to be jam-packed: we have to clean out the old apartment, which could quite possibly be an epic task. When we’re not scrubbing baseboards in our old place, we’ve got dinner plans, movie plans, brunch plans…how did it come to pass that my weekends are so busy?! I think this is one of the things about adult life generally — but the “real world” of 9-5 jobs specifically — that really throws me for a loop.
Back in grad school, I could walk down the block at any time of day or night in order to spend time with my friends. The same was true when I was in Israel (one of my closest friends lived three doors down the hall in the grad student dorm), and even when I was working at a real-world 9-5 job in DC after college, I had a gaggle of friends at work (and a gaggle of roommates, some of whom are my close friends). Basically, friends were almost always available for hanging out, movie night, coffee breaks, or, when the weather got summery, margaritas on the porch.
Now, however, it takes a lot of planning and strategizing — sometimes even weeks in advance — before I’m able to see my friends. It’s insane, and it kind of bums me out. Other elements of adult life don’t bug me *nearly* as much as this does.
I do think, though, that this is one of the reasons I enjoyed our wedding as much as I did. A huuuuuuge portion of our friends made the trip out to Colorado, and as soon as the reception got underway, it was basically a big party with some of our favorite people. Brandon and I have said, on more than one occasion, that we wish we could have a repeat of our wedding reception just so we could have all our friends in one place again.
Failing that, though, I’ll gladly take a busy weekend and weeks of advance planning so I can see these wonderful people. Hopefully I can get some extra R&R tonight so I’m back at it and ready to roll tomorrow. White noise app, I’m lookin’ at you.
In the meantime, happy Friday — I hope everyone has a fabulous day!