Is It Really Sunday?

As it always does, Sunday follows Saturday. Why is it that some Sundays come  before they should?
This week has been one that happens too frequently. You start out on Monday wondering if the week is going to be another boring few days of waiting for the weekend. Suddenly, the alarm goes off and you discover it is Thursday, two full days before Sunday, three completed days that apparently have flown by since Monday that you have apparently been out of touch with. How could this happen?

Let's just recap and see what has happened. Monday you had the usual, breakfast at 6:30 AM, sleepily you entered the old sweat-shop at 8:00 ready to go home but couldn't so you stop at the front desk and say something to the receptionist that you can't really remember, then make your way to your work station, or whatever. Lunch time comes before you were awake enough to know what happened during the wee hours of the morning so you slip out and go to the nearest fast-food place to discover you left your money home on the bed-stand. You spot a workmate and bum a couple of bucks so you can eat, and promise him/her that tomorrow lunch is on you. You gulp down the quickie and head back to the sweatshop to discover you missed an appointment for lunch with your boss. (such is life, right).

By Tuesday, the alarm is old hat and you get up on the first ring. That is when you discover that your equilibrium isn't quite right when you stand up and you fall back on the bed awakening your spouse.
"Oops, sorry hon...what?" You get that nasty look and some unkind words. "Now hon, don't be that way." You know immediately this is not going to be your day but you pull on your clothes and without waiting to have any breakfast, you grab your money and leave. The flat tire looms before you and remembering you didn't repair the spare the last time, you get a ride from your neighbor who happens to be leaving at the same time and works a block or so from your sweatshop. You thank her and she gives you a look like you shouldn't be there as she says in a refrigerated tone, "You're just lucky I wasn't gone already."  I don't have to tell you about the rest of the day do I?

Wednesday is much better. Your equilibrium is back, you make it all of the way to the necessity room before you weave a bit and bounce against the wall. You thank the air around you that your falter is out of your spouse's view. Feeling you have the world by the tail you decide on eggs over easy with a side of sausage patty. Just as you remove the egg cartoon from the fridge, it tips sideways and your eggs are now on the floor. You barely have time to clean up the mess before the spouse comes into the kitchen. "Aren't you going to eat anything today, or do you want me to fix it?" You can tell by the chill in the voice you are better off to just leave. You give your spouse a peck on the cheek and slip out of the door to the garage as quickly as possible. Fortunately the flat has been fixed by the repair garage who sent a guy over to repair it for thirty bucks. (Thirty Bucks!!??)You open the door and slip into the driver's seat to discover that the keys are in the pants you wore yesterday. When you open the car door your spouse is standing in the doorway holding your keys at arm's length like a dirty pair of socks and you get the definite feeling you are the underdog again!

Thursday comes and you now know why you have forgotten the first three days of the week.  You make a vow then and there that today,  Friday and Saturday are going to be better. (they have to be) It is in your favor that you only have two more days at the sweatshop now, and that is today and Friday. You figure you can fake it, appear normal and happy and the days will fly by and get to your only day off from anything to do, which is Saturday. (Well anything except wash the car, mow the lawn, run errands for the family, and get out gunned as to what is watched on the boob-tube.)

Yeah, there are weeks like that, but it is a wonderful feeling to get up on Sunday morning and know that the only thing you have to worry about is making the announcements at church. Gosh, I just realized it is Sunday and I forgot to get the announcements for today....and I thought the week was over, this is the seventh day isn't it? The day of rest???