I have a fantasy, ya’ll. It is a deep, dark, delicious fantasy. It doesn’t involve finding a magic slim pill nor even an exotic vacation, but oh, it is a most pleasant fantasy. Let me share it with you all.
It is Friday afternoon. Any Friday afternoon will do, but preferably soon and not this next Friday, cause I have to put the tree up, nor the Friday after that because it is Christmas. So let’s just call it a nondescript Friday about the time I get off work. I have nothing planned and no one’s agenda to meet for the whole weekend. I can come home and go to bed when I want to and sleep till I wake up and on Monday morning I will be refreshed and energized and ready for another week of madness.
I cannot remember the last time I slept until I was ready to get up, or spent any amount of time at all inside my own head and people, it is beginning to show. I’m not waspish or snappy, but I am tired and a bit frazzled. And drinking waaaaaay too much coffee. Soon my pretties, soon. I promise me, I will rest.
Heck, at this point, I’d settle for an appointmentless Tuesday when I didn’t have to go to work, but only get the kids off to school.