Have I ever shared my theory about how much nicer the world would be if everyone just worked slightly longer days four times a week, and the weekend was three days? I mean, I don't really care--there is very little difference between a week day and a weekend when you are a super hard-working stay-at-home-wife (This house doesn't clean itself! I got an email about what a stay-at-home-mom's salary should be, so I estimate my take-home should be about 75% of that four trillion dollars or whatever). IRREGARDLESS, it makes such a big difference to Colby's level of happiness and relaxation, and by extension, MY happiness and relaxation. Anyway, this is my way of announcing that I will be running for President in 2012 on the platform of 3-day-weekends. Voting is sexy!
So yes, we had a three-day weekend, and it was indeed splendid. One of my very lovely, talented friends gave birth to her second equally lovely and talented child last week, and Colby and I were immediately pulled in by the tractor beam of adorableness. We met the little princess when she was just one day old, and the tiniest, brand-newest baby I have ever held in my quivering arms. I was terrified I was going to crush the little bundle of delicious baby, but still managed to fall totally in love. We brought dinner over on the 4 day anniversary of the baby's birth, and it was amazing how much she had filled out in just those few days. She was still as delicate as an expensive brazier, but riding the wave of confidence based on the success from our first day together, I was less afraid of crushing her and could focus all of my energy on not dropping her.
Sunday, we got together with our friends who moved here from Washington at the same time we did, and headed downtown to celebrate the fact that no one had to wake up early the next morning to go to work, whether that be in an office or in the kitchen washing dishes from the night before, BECAUSE THAT IS WORK TOO YOU KNOW. So, we went to Amen Street, and enjoyed the 3 for $30 menu. The shecrab soup was one of the best I've had, but sadly, I was not a fan of the shrimp and grits. Things ended on a happy note with the chocolate terrine, a delicious mousse-like flourless chocolate cake with cream and blackberries.
Monday was a bit more low-key as the weather was gloomy, and we weren't inspired to actually get dressed. Colby, the handyman, whipped together some sturdy wooden shelves in some dead space in our garage and WALAH, instant storage for all of our Christmas crap that was slowly taking over our entire second floor.
So, now it is Tuesday, which feels like Monday and the week will creep by slowly because everyone always expects a four-day week to be short, but they never are. Unless the four days are Monday-Thursday. This is my theory based on science. And why I will specify in all of my Presidential race debates that the weekend will begin on Thursday evening and go through Sunday. So, Mondays will still suck. But that's as it should be.
Guess holding Brittany when she was a few hours old was not a particularly memorable experience for you.
Posted by: Old Warrior | January 18, 2011 at 03:53 PM
I probably blocked it out due to the trauma when I realized she was never going away!
Posted by: Angela Noelle | January 18, 2011 at 04:46 PM
Short weeks with a Friday off go by so much quicker than short weeks with a Monday off. It's true!!
Posted by: A Super Girl | January 18, 2011 at 06:53 PM
I'm actually on board with this longer 4-day week. I mean, I'm already working 10 hour days some weeks, why not get a three-day weekend out of it? I'm in major crunch on a project right now and having yesterday off was NOT what I needed. Sigh.
Posted by: Jessica | January 19, 2011 at 04:30 AM
How about a 4-day work week with 7 hour days? I'd like that.
I think we should combine Presidential campaigns. I was thinking of running in 2012 with this slogan: "A Vote for Me is a Vote for Chocolate." I'll be your vice prez if you want.
Awwww...babies....
Posted by: Thoughts Appear | January 19, 2011 at 04:36 PM