Great Expectations

Most every Friday at 4pm, you can find me at my desk (at work), smiling.  It’s my favorite time of the week.  My weekend hasn’t quite started yet, so I haven’t lost any of that precious non-work time, and work is winding down.  We begin our countdown to 5pm.  The people here representing the younger generations are planning outings to see movies, go dancing, and do anything else they can think to do in a smallish Texas town.  Those older employees that surround me aren’t as vocal about their weekend plans, but grandkids and camping are popular commitments. Those in my generation, the very beginning of Gen X, don’t talk much about their weekends either.  To be honest, I think we’re just ready for a break.   My ideal weekend would include great movie rentals, awesome take-out, and non-stop blogging.  Do you sense a theme here?  I’m a homebody!  I will take a quiet weekend at home over shopping and restaurants any day.  This quirk in my personality annoys my husband.  He’s the very opposite of a homebody.  He wants to go out, see friends, go to concerts, see more friends, go, go, go.  In this personality difference, we struggle.  And when it comes to our weekends we both usually have expectations…differing expectations.

While my good-looking younger hubby is the very definition of a social butterfly, my Friday nights usually look like this;

  1. Rush home
  2. Get my bra off and get into pj’s or some other stretchy clothing item
  3. Turn on my big screen television in my bedroom
  4. Grab my laptop
  5. Get into bed
  6. Call Domino’s

Somewhere in the between tossing my bra into the hamper and heading to the television, it hits me.  WE ARE OUT OF EVERYTHING!  EVERYTHING!  Coke Zero, chocolate, milk!  Everything! So, here’s how my peaceful homebody Friday nights usually turn out.

After grabbing my laptop and popping in a video, watched solely by my husband, I;

  1. Type up my grocery shopping list for Saturday
  2. Hyperventilate over the humongous pile of dirty laundry
  3. Obsess over planning to pay the bills (note; I’m obsessing over the planning of paying the bills, not just obsessing over paying them)
  4. Proceed to frown and rush towards the need for Botox
  5. Realize my weekends stink.

Tonight (Friday), my husband put his foot down and demanded a night on the town.  He saved me from my predictable Friday evening behavior.  The sweet man let me choose the restaurant AND took me to a chick flick!  What a great guy!  We enjoyed our Italian food then we watched The Bounty Hunter!  Of course, watching Jennifer Aniston for two hours does make me regret eating the bread sticks.  It was a good night!

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  1. Oh! How I can relate to this. I too am such a homebody. Now that I live alone, no humans, people say, “don’t you get lonely”, never. Too many things I love doing. Thanks for stopping bt.

    • I am surrounded by humans at work all day long, five days a week. Sometimes you just want some alone time! But I have to admit that it’s good to get out sometimes, maybe today. It’s going to be 77 degrees here! Absolutely beautiful! And thank you for stopping by!

  2. Hi again. I’ve got something that you might can use. Hop on over and take a look. I am really bad about taking a lot of time making all my lists too. I found this cool website that had an grocery/household inventory list and I started using it about a month ago. I am in love with it.

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