Where do the weekends go?

It seems to me that the weeks get longer and the weekends shorter. There never seems to be enough time to just sit and relax, aside from all the running around that also must be done. It seems to me that the weekends are merely there to tease us and taunt us with a rest period worthy of that which we accomplish during the week.

I always find myself racing through the week praying for the weekend to hurry up and get here so that I may sit back and relax. Sit and watch a movie or play some video games, without having to rush off somewhere.

And some weekends I get just that. Other weekends, I am racing off to face the world with some other agenda in mind. Not that I mind visiting with friends and family. They are the things that help keep my hold on reality. Aside from that which i get from my kids and dear hubby.

But at the end of it all, no matter how much fun I had and the relaxation I got from spending time with those who matter to me, I cant help but wonder when I will have some time to rest. Just rest. Not have to worry about this that or the other thing.

I know the answer. It is the answer that has been passed down from generation to generation.

You can rest when you are dead.

While this may be true, Id rather much be alive when i finally get some rest. To enjoy it. You know.



~Allison