Working 40 hours a week and then living an hour away from my job doesn’t leave a lot of free time for “hobbies”. By the time Friday night rolls around I have spent 45 hours at work and 10 hours or more driving my car and I am dead tired. Saturdays are spent cleaning the house, doing laundry, grocery shopping, and any other thing that needs to be done before the week starts. Sundays are spent cooking and resting. Sometimes we do get up on Sunday mornings and go to church, but for the most part I’m still tired by Sunday. Sundays are as we all know, a day of rest.
When we buy groceries or do any shopping for that matter, we do it at the crack of stupid on Saturday mornings. Usually before the sun is up, we are on our way. We could wait until later, but then the crowds will be larger. When the crowds are larger the chance of encountering ignorance is raised. Doug doesn’t deal with with ignorance. Plus we like to get it done, get it home and put up so that we have time for our other Saturday chores. We buy in large quantities, so we don’t have to do this every Saturday.
I will probably spend a week of my vacation this year cleaning my house. It needs a good old fashioned cleaning from top to bottom. I have a spare room that I intend to start cleaning every weekend. The best I’ve done so far is open up the door and look in there. Then I am overwhelmed and I shut the door. Maybe I’ll invite my Mom to spend the week with me. I don’t mind her seeing my clutter and she could help me.
I guess one reason we start so early on Saturday is because we are usually up between 4:30 and 5:00 in the mornings during the week. Even without an alarm set, its hard for us to sleep in late. But on the up side, I think this will come in handy when we retire. Then I’ll have time to gather the eggs, work in the garden, watercolor, quilt, crochet, and visit friends and relatives.
We really aren’t too far from retirement. Doug will retire in eight years and I will be able to quit my job at the same time. Yipppeee!!! So we can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Its coming and I’m ready for it. I just hope we last that long