TGIF for some, but it’s fuck-the-kids-will-be-home-all-day-for-two-days for me.

Can’t even sleep in tomorrow morning on a Saturday. The kids have early swimming classes 45 minutes away. And by the time that’s all done, the day’s pretty much shot for me. If we go to the bookstore after, I can be persuaded to believe it’s a good day. Either way, I can’t work on my personal projects unless I stay up late at night. Again.

But it’s really not terrible at all with the kids all weekend. It’s actually pretty fun and full of family activities that I actually instigate myself. I’m just saying it’s not the time for me to recuperate or take a massive chunk of time to catch up on my creative work.

But out of habit, I can’t help but continue to look forward to weekends. No matter what, Saturdays and Sundays will always be like islands of hope at the end of a hard week where I believe I will get to have two perfect days to be focused, productive, and uninterrupted.

Every Friday I swear, “This is going to be THE weekend I will get all my shit done!” And then that doesn’t happen, so I say to myself, “Okay, I’ll try again next weekend.”

And I do. And sometimes I’m more productive than not, but it’s never been perfect. Ever. And I don’t think it ever will.