It happens. A nice weekend, with splendid weather [the exception and not the rule], comes about and it’s overrun with work.
Sometimes, I get jealous of people’s grand weekend plans. All the elaborate adventures they take part in, filling their conversations for the next week or so. Two days never seems like enough to have an adventure. When do you catch your breath??
While my weekends are a little on the bland side at times, I feel a twitch of embarrassment when I work all the way through them. Why yes, I did happen to get up at 6:45 am on my weekend to catch a webinar on social media and am trying to write up a training on how to give interpretive walks. In the grand scheme of it all it, it’s all molehills, not mountains. As long as I don’t let work overrun *every* weekend, and as long as I don’t “NEED” to have an adventure every weekend to feel like I am validating my life, either, I suppose keeping a good sense of perspective and loosing my weekend to work is a decent trade-off. Come the end of summer, I’ll be wondering where all the work went to anyway.