How can it already almost be the weekend again?
Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, i LOVE weekends. I absolutely adore them.
My very favourite thing to do on a weekend is to get up when I wake up, take whatever book I happen to be reading at the time, and go and eat poached eggs on toast with mushrooms and a hashbrown for breakfast at the coffee shop around the corner from me. I usually have a couple of coffees, and sit for at least 2 hours, if not the entire afternoon. I don't talk to anyone, except small talk with the waiting staff (who all know me quite well), and I just simply relax.
Last weekend, the long weekend, I didn't get to do this. Morning, noon and night I was surrounded by friends and family, eating, shopping, drinking, dancing, and even a few hours of teaching. It seemed to me that I spent a grand total of about 5 1/2 minutes in my own company. The rest of the time I was surrounded by friends and family. This is always lovely, and I think many of them sensed that I needed people around me, as I really did find last week traumatic, but I do feel as though I missed the relaxing part of my weekend.
This week I have made a deal with myself for the weekend: I'll go out ONE night. Preferably Friday, and have the rest of the weekend to sleep, read, watch tv, eat and relax.
The trouble is that when I make deals like these, they most often don't eventuate, because last minute offers get the better of my will to relax!