the thing about having mondays off is this -- the week begins with an illusion that everything's gonna be alright because the technical start of the week is alright: i wake up at half-past nine, take the slowest breakfast i could afford for the week, and go about with my chores for the day, like clockwork every week:
i make the bed (2 minutes) and sweep the floor (5 minutes) and wash the dishes from breakfast (5 minutes).
and then i do some necessary small laundry while waiting for the laundry ladies to come pick up the next batch of the bigger laundry (10 to 15 minutes, it really depends)
and only after that can i lock myself up in the bathroom and clean the bowl the tiles everything (15 to 20 minutes)
before taking a bath (5 minutes)
and only then can i go out for some late kind of lunch and wifi. and then i could pick up a few groceries on my way home. and then by 6:30 i could start making dinner for the girlfriend, something i surprisingly enjoy, actually. maybe i should consider just being a housewife (of course i kid. anyway.)
so as you see mondays are made for domestication. which is of course an illusion, because there are meetings on tuesday and deadlines on wednesdays and before i know it i have fifteen read-along sessions to do before June (of course, an exaggeration - the number's around 13) and it looks like all that sea-sand-wind-sun lust i had all monday was really just a sort of summer version of PMS and with this schedule i don't think i'll be getting any sun at all, except the one that falls along mascardo around 11 a.m. everyday, and i should really rethink buying shades because i don't think i'd be seeing the beach at this rate. hay.
i should be watching that john lloyd-sarah g movie, really, but i feel totally maxed out now ktnxbye.
no! no! NO!
ReplyDeleteremember when you guys used to turn summer into a verb; we shall summer, we are summering, we have summered?
or when, if it had to be referred to as a noun meant celebration?
it shall happen!