GoofGoof
Premium Member
I was just saying this the other day. Never thought I’d miss the kids’s activities and random stuff that filled my weekends in the past and seemed like a hassle.When I wrote that all days of the week suddenly became interchangeable I was thinking so much bigger than work schedules and working at home, but I hear ya.
Under quasi house arrest all days are more or less the same:
No Friday night outing at Hooters
No Saturday 9am 3 year old ballet and tap dance for the daughter at the local studio
No Sunday 10 am gatherings at St. Micheal's to witness "altar ego" and confess to Friday night's ogling of a Hooter server.
No Tues evening AA meetings to tell the group about a relapse from last Fri night at Hooters
No Wednesday early am laying in bed feeling lethargic and pitiful about an empty life only to be yelled at from 2 rooms away by Wife "you're gonna be late for work; get your _ss outa bed, NOW"
Ya, life sucks now!