Friday, March 17, 2006

When Is the Weekend If the Week Never Ends?

I can remember when I used to look forward to the weekends. Now it's Friday night, and I've already spent more than three hours alone with a recalcitrant toddler, and the next four days stretch out in front of me like miles to run in a marathon. This weekend I am somehow supposed to prep our unit for the appraisers who are coming Monday because of the building refi, and maybe even make some contribution to the cleaning up of the rest of the building. Epu, of course, is not likely to be around, which means that the small repair jobs around the unit just have to be scratched off the to-do list. You don't want me swinging a hammer around the place, believe me. Oh, and there's this article that I failed to finish this week and needs to be done by the end of the week, even though I am supposed to be on vacation next week. So if I want to take time off to hang with my visiting friends, I need to squeeze some work time into the naps and bedtime hours of the next few days. Like now. Except instead I'm doing this.

In news happier but no less exhausting, our schedule for the summer and fall has been taking shape. It goes something like this:

May, June? Move somewhere?

July: fly to Portland to see Manao get married. (Side trip to here, if we don't still live here?)

August: fly to Las Vegas to see my mom get elected president of the national auxiliary of a very important union. (Become one of those annoying couples who bring little kids to Vegas.)

September: All 3 of us be in a wedding in Wisconsin, whether we live there or not.

October: Fly back here for Howii and NottaWallflower's wedding.

November: Try to remember where it is we moved to, since we're never there.

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