Saturday, February 12, 2011

Saturday is a Special Day

I hate Saturdays.

Well, 'hate' is a strong word...but not strong enough.

I have always disliked Saturdays, and I don't know why.

I look forward to them. Every week.

But then I wake up feeling grouchy and snarly and unappreciated. And listless.

I don't want to make breakfast. I don't want to make my bed. I don't want to do anything.

But if I don't, I feel worse: lazy. Which makes me more grouchy.

I think it's that I expect more than a single day could ever offer, which leads to disappointment, which leads to my brain equating Saturday with disappointment, which leads to me waking up already feeling disappointmented guessed it: grouchy.

Today as Ty left for work (He leads an anger management group on Saturday mornings. Could it get any more ironic than THAT?), he told me that my attitude was not fitting for Valentine's Day Eve Eve, and that he would like to see more Valentine-appropriate behavior from me upon his return.


(Did I mention that I have a hard time taking a joke on Saturdays?)

So I have been hurumphing around the house for a while now, trying to sulk my way out of this funk.

It's not working.

So I'll try harder.


post script: I just uploaded the above-posted photo, and it made me smile for the first time this morning. Things are looking up.

(it's of one of Sy's silly bandz that broke. he "fixed" it with tape and staples)


Sawdust and Paperscraps said...

Wish I could think of a way to cheer up your Saturdays. Nothing's coming to me. Always have your favorite dessert Saturday night? Then you could have THAT to look forward to.

Sharlee said...

Oh, Andy. I feel your pain, but for me it is a two-day disappointment/slug-around-fest (Saturday AND Sunday). I always wake up with energy on Mondays, though.

I was actually doing pretty good on THIS particular Saturday until I got stuff out to make my valentine brownies and made Kendal go to the store for more butter and powder sugar, only to find that some children had eaten most of the heart sprinkles I had bought for the occasion. Turned my day right around onto it's bad side. Humphhhh! I did finally come to and remembered your parenting advice yesterday and told "the child" he would have to find a way to "fix" it for me. I'm sure he's thinking about it and worrying about it right now.

Michelle said...

I LIVE for weekends! But if I don't have an event/outing/something scheduled I feel lazy, tired and fat(ok I needed a third feeling and I thought 'fat' was fitting based on the last blog post).

Is it V-day eve? I thought V-day was on Monday. So is it V-day's eve, eve? Or is my denial of the weekends impending end messing with my dates.

I shouldn't be trusted . . .commenting on blogs and such. . .I just say (eh. . .hm. . .type) whatever comes to my cerebral cortex. Not always good. Editing one self could be a good thing on occasions such as these.

Peace Out -

Parley and Anna and family! said...

I never take a joke very well when I'm grumpy. But do you want to hear my favorite joke? (of course)
Q: How many kids with ADD does it take to change a light bulb?
A: Let's play bikes!


Have a happy Sunday!