Four day weeks

During the summer, my employers tried an experiment to help reduce energy consumption at work. They came up with a schedule where we worked nine-hour days and four hours on Fridays. That meant our weekend started at noon on Fridays. We were very excited about this. I thought that I could get so much done on Friday afternoons, go see a newly released movie in an empty theater or go out of town.

At first it was pretty exciting. I went out to lunch with a friend and we went to a buffet and left past 2 p.m. The following weekend I took my son and nephew to see a movie. Then it all went downhill because as soon as I got home, I'd take a nap. I accomplished nothing.

Now I'm wishing I only worked four days a week because I get shopping and chores done on Saturdays. That leaves Sundays for me to rest--in theory. Sunday mornings are sucked up by me because I sleep in and my family. The preacher goes past one hour, so by the time we drive all the way home and I change, it's 1 p.m. There's lunch after that and usually a visit to my mom's house, that never lasts less than two hours. By the time I get home I have time to watch one recorded show and whatever is on Sunday evenings as I iron. I'm exhausted just thinking about it.

If I could do it over, I'd get busy Friday, rest Saturday and willingly give up my Sundays. If only.

Dammit, why does my family like spending time with me?