At lunch with my coworkers today, we got on the topic of weekends. We went around the table, taking turns telling our weekend plans....I heard a lot of the same from the people who are in relationships (read: everyone but me). Baby stuff, boyfriend stuff, husband stuff, wife stuff.... I'm tired. I HAVE to do this and that... I have no time...BLAH BLAH BLAH...well then we got to me and mine sounds like this:
Hmmm. Tonight I am drinking a lot. Tomorrow I'll do a long run. Take a nap. Go out drinking again. Sunday I'll do about the same.
I could have thrown in playing solitaire or Angry Birds in there for good measure, but I figured I wouldn't rub it in. They kinda looked at me like I'd grown a second head.
Don't get me wrong, I have laundry and dishes to do. Do I do them? Sometimes.
Whenever I get sad about being single I think about my weekends. I have no responsibilities to anyone but myself. No stupid dog that needs to go out and take a shit I have to pick up. No baby to cry through the night. No husband or boyfriend to get on my nerves.
I kinda love my life. A LOT.
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