Walking Backwards

Long weekend. This long weekend especially has been long. Joe and I didn't realize until Sunday night that he was going to be home Monday and that all of our rushed weekend work didn't have to be done right then. So we didn't do it, and still haven't done it. The bathrooms haven't been cleaned. The snacks haven't been set up for next week. The laundry is still in the dryer. I think that when we are given the extra time, the permission to take it easy for just a bit, we get greedy and take more than our share. Give us the chance to sit on the couch and read and we get engrossed in our books and don't get up. Allow a little time for computer games and we get sucked in. We talk on the phone longer than usual and we linger while out shopping. Normal people get things done on long weekends. They stand in queues at the hardware store and push wheelbarrows full of gardening goods around their yards where I can see them and feel guilty. We, of course, don't adhere to the normal societal rules of long weekends. Somehow, we seem to get less done.