We may have to cancel weekends if they get any shorter. Really. After all, how can an evening and two full days fly by so quickly they are gone in a flash? And the weeks just run on endlessly. Each weekday feels like 48 hours (0r more). Especially the hours at work. Especially in April. It’s almost the end of the year. No, I’m not on any weird calendar or having flashbacks to December. I live on the academic calendar.
The school year is coming to a close and I just don’t see how we can cram anything more into the week. Yet, somehow we do. Writing speeches, finishing up the leadership program for faculty and staff, an endless array of end-of-the-year banquets and award ceremonies for students, staff, faculty…the list seems never-ending. But I see the end in sight. We’ve just proof-read the commencement program. The much-awaited commencement ceremony has been planned and the month of endless banquets/awards/speeches is half over.
With all the things going on during the week, I leave work and head for the comfiest chair in the house on Friday evening…and fall asleep. Saturday starts off by dragging myself out of bed and running those necessary errands that are required (grocery shopping, car wash, dry cleaners–you know, the necessary evils) and events that are held on weekends, like the spring scrimmage for the football team, Fiesta events (yes, I live in San Antonio), and get-togethers. Add in housework, laundry, and dishes (after cooking), and the weekend is now gone. Disappeared in front of my eyes. Almost like it was never there. Back to work. And another week of craziness looms ahead. Good thing I still enjoy my job. Just think what it would be like otherwise.
And with all this, it just proves that the old adage, “Time flies when you’re having fun.” isn’t necessarily true. I enjoy my job…it’s hectic, but fun. And it doesn’t fly by. But the weekend seems shorter than two days. By Sunday evening, it feels as if only one day has passed by. And my weekend is not chock full of fun.
What month of the year is the busiest for you and why?
“Sunday evenings often feel like the weekend is over before it’s even begun.” ~ Catherine McCormack