It used to be that I dreaded Monday mornings, the end of all that fun, the return to the grind of another workweek. It was enough to make a girl drink to excess on Sunday nights.
Now I can't wait until Monday morning so ALL YOU PEOPLE will go back to work and let me rest!
Weekends are a whirlwind of activity, attending or throwing dinner parties, traveling to visit out-of-town friends, or hosting the out-of-towners in our home. We pack our weekends full with social activities because when the weekdays hit, most of our friends don't have the time to squeeze a significant social life into their busy workweeks.
This weekend a couple of families with kids ranging in age from 3 to 14 years old came to visit and enjoy our small town's Fourth of July celebration. We hosted a barbeque, joined in the cheering of our local parade, and then hit the county fair to watch the fireworks and subject ourselves to the spinning, twirling, dropping, and otherwise gut-jostling rides.
Did I mention the spinning and the twirling and the jostling? For these kids, it seems a ride is just not all that it could be unless an adult is cajoled into riding with them so they can laugh at the color her face is turning with each rotation of the Orbiter, Teacup, or Tilt O'Whirl. Yes, I was that coerced adult, and spent the entire day in a state of dizziness and nausea.
Thank God it's Monday! They all have to head home for work and I get to sit on stationary objects.
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