When it comes to the work week, I am a fortune teller. And I’m pretty accurate, too. Based on how much crap I was able to get done over the weekend, I know how well the rest of the week is going to go.
Here’s how I can tell, for instance, that this week will be pretty decent:
- Jay picked up our pre-ordered Dinners Ready meals Friday afternoon, which should last us through the week or longer.
- I did a serious grocery run on Saturday afternoon.
- I cleaned up the first floor (where we spend most of our time, and therefore gets the messiest/dirtiest).
- I got the laundry washed, folded and put away by Sunday morning(!)
- I made it through all of our bills, paperwork and random stuff piled up on my desk.
Seriously, if I didn’t do all this before the work week started, I would be totally screwed. I never have the time or energy for laundry, bills, groceries, etc. after a work day. Everything gets backed up, and I either have to sacrifice sleep or my sanity to catch up on weeknights.
And I remember when weekends used to be all about sleeping in and going out. Sigh…