I used to fear Monday’s but not anymore. Our weekends have routinely become so busy that Monday is a welcome relief.
Where did the weekend go? What happened to sleeping in late? Where’s my leisurely consumed deluxe breakfast? Why can I not read the paper and enjoy the morning? The answers are found in the activities of our weekend.
Here was our line up for Saturday: Soccer Game - Auction Setup - PB Rehearsal - More Auction Setup - Softball Game - Auction - Auction Clean Up - Final Prep for Sunday
Here was our line up for Sunday: Set up for Children’s classes - route kids to venture groups - meet with worship leaders - preach - potluck - softball practice - birthday party - hunt down science fair project material - drop off to work on science fair project - return all computer items borrowed for auction - help build science fair project display
Granted there were several things going on this weekend that were not typical of our Saturday and Sunday. Some other “non typical” activity will take over next weekend and the next and the next.
I’m quite certain your weekend was just as busy as ours. Anything else you did?
I’m driving the kids to school this morning and people are calling in describing their weekends over the air. One caller was talking about their leisure weekend of playing in the backyard, being together and cooking on the grill. I don’t even know the caller but oh how I have extreme dislike for her!
We‚Äôve come a long way since Loverboy (I‚Äôll here it for this one) crooned ‚ÄúEverybody‚Äôs working for the weekend.‚Äù Right now I‚Äôm surviving the weekend to get to the work week! So the tune of this Loverboy (and I mean that in the most spiritual way possible) has changed to “Everybody’s working for the work week.”
Is it possible that we are working more on the weekend than the actual work week? And if so, why?
