I’m starting to wonder why I look forward to Saturdays so much. I literally spend the five days leading up to Saturday yearning and pining for Saturday, leaning into it, counting down the minutes. Saturday morning is like a miniature version of Christmas morning and I am like a small boy eager to rush to the Christmas tree to see if Santa has left me that toy train that I have been pining for.
But in reality, every Saturday morning is the same. It is filled with vacuuming and dusting and laundry and emptying out trash and recycling bins and fixing broken toilets and trying to remove mysterious stains from the carpets. In the summer, Saturday mornings are filled with mowing the yard in 100 degree heat, edging, trimming, weeding, fertilizing, sweeping, cleaning out garages full of brown recluse spiders, hauling detritus to the solid waste disposal facility. And then after that, I go inside and do all of the OTHER things I mentioned previously.
So, really, what does Saturday offer me that the five days leading up to it don’t? After all, Monday through Friday I spend in a climate controlled facility staring at a computer screen. The most strenuous thing I do is create a pivot table in Excel or struggle with copying a pie chart over from Excel to PowerPoint, or being locked in a battle of wills with a conference room overhead projector.
Given that, you’d think I would spend the weekends yearning for the weekdays.
But I don’t.
So after pondering it for awhile, I realized that the reason I look forward to weekends is because, even though I may be doing unpleasant things, I am doing them on MY time, in the order that I want to do them. I don’t have anyone sending me emails that say, “Have you had a chance to remove that stain from the living room carpet? The deadline for having that done was ten o’clock and that was in the critical chain for being able to make it to Target by noon.”
Furthermore, if I decide to be lazy and NOT remove the stain from the carpet, I don’t get dinged for it at my annual performance review and receive the dreaded “M” rating (for “Meets Expectations“).
So, even though Saturday is filled with things I’d rather not be bothered with, at least I can chose when and in which order I will be bothered by them. And if I decide to sit down and write a post on WP instead of unclogging the garbage disposal, who cares? I am the boss of me!
And I give myself a very solid M.