People think that when you don’t work outside the home, that your life is one perpetual weekend. When I worked, I thought the same thing.
You know what I’ve discovered? It’s absolutely true!
Here’s the catch. It’s not the going-to-the-beach or to-the-ski-slopes (season dependent) or long-drive-with-the-top-down weekend. It’s the cleaning and laundry and yard work and projects and then more projects weekend. You know, a non-fiction weekend.
Somebody should write a song about THAT*
* Recognizing I’m old, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ahvSgFHzJIc
