Can you believe?

Its hard not to blog about work. It is so much a part of my day. I get up in the morning and everything including my first decision of the day (should I have a cup of coffee right away or wait until I get to work so I can drink more when I really need it) is all with the thought of getting myself to work and through the workday.

Then I work for what seems like hours and hours with sporadic coffee drinking, eating and bathroom visits (not all at once although I have caught myself drinking coffee while peeing).

Then I go home and unwind from work and everything I do is trying to catch up on all the stuff I would have done by now if I wasn't at work all day and on the rare evening that there isn't anything of the sort, I try to pre-organize myself for the next workday.

The only exception to this rule is Friday night when I just exist. I do nothing and no one better expect anything from me. My family knows this. They can do almost anything and eat almost anything for supper as long as it doesn't involve me. I don't even care if no one cleans up after themselves. I can get away with this only because tomorrow is Saturday. I have a whole day to catch up from Friday night. It usually takes the whole day too.

Then Sunday is spent doing all the things I should have done on Saturday and Sunday evening is another work evening.

No wonder I never seem to have any spare time to go for coffee with my friends, work on one of my MANY never ending projects, go for a walk with the dogs, or even to the gym.

Can you believe that I, an almost 40 year old woman, just figured this out now as I am typing?
Wow, I need to blog more. I wonder what will happen this Friday night?