Monday, July 9, 2012
Even in those days, I usually found Monday a day of relief. My weekend to-do list was always so extensive, I looked forward to the humdrum, regimented existence during the week.
Working mothers--whether in the home or out--have no set 'start' and 'finish' to the day. While working outside the home, I had a definite beginning and ending to my responsibilities, something I found comforting. I could look at the clock and know exactly how much longer I would be working.
Now at home...that was not so. And I never knew what circumstances I would meet when I opened that front door. What family crisis would blind-side me? How late would it be before I could tumble into bed and rest my weary bones?
And weekends for the stay-at-home individual are mostly transparent. Really. How is it different from the other five days of the week? Granted, the television offerings are mind-numbingly boring. Traffic and the shopping hordes make it difficult to pick up bread and milk on the weekend. But inside? Same-old, same-old.
I think we should move to a choose-your-working days culture. You say you would rather work Wednesday through Monday? Fine. Maybe you would like to work Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, skip Friday, work Saturday and Sunday, and sleep in Monday. Great!
Would it really make any difference? I don't think so. I have a feeling we (people in general) just don't appreciate having to shift from the leisure mode to the working mode--wherever we work and whatever day of the week that might be.