there's something wrong about weekends

During the week my alarm goes off at 6:15am every morning. Actually, it goes off at 6:05am but I have the clock in the bedroom set ten minutes fast - hey, I deal with my anal-retentivity in my way. I hold Maria for a couple of songs and then wander out on to the balcony for a cigarette. I come back in to the flat, undress and climb back into bed with Maria. At this point my body wants to go back to sleep. At this point I want to spend the rest of my life holding Maria. At this point I start the biggest argument of the day. I have to get out of bed - I don't want to get out of bed. Eventually I peel myself out of bed and stagger to the shower. But, the only reason I do this is because I know that at the weekend I can stay in bed.

At the weekend the alarm doesn't go off. I wake up at 6:40ish. I roll over and go to sleep. I wake up at 7:40ish, try not to wake Maria up, sneak out of bed, go for a cigarette, come back to bed. But, can I go back to sleep? NO!

Every morning, during the week, I stand in the shower, and it is glorious. The water pounds down on me. I slowly turn the cold tap off, increasing the temperature. I shampoo, I shave, I wash and then I just stand there. Letting the water run down over my body. At this point I start the second biggest argument of the day. I have to get out of the shower - I don't want to get out of the shower. Eventually I turn off the taps, pull back the curtain and dry myself, before stepping out of the shower and facing the rest of the day. But, the only reason I do this is because I know that at the weekend I can stay in the shower.

At the weekend I get into the shower some time after nine. At this hour of the day everyone else is also up - I mean everyone else in TJ. This means that somewhere, in a city of nearly two million people, there are taps that are turned on, people are using water. The water pressure is low. True, water still comes out of the shower head strong enough that I don't have to glue myself to the wall, but it isn't the same. I stand around in the shower trying to get that feeling I have during the week. That desire to stay in the shower forever. It never comes. Do I stay in the shower any longer? NO!

There is a moment on Friday, as I climb into bed and turn the alarm off, that I hesitate. There is a moment on Saturday night, as I climb into bed, I wonder about turning the alarm on. What if I left the alarm on to ring on Saturday morning? What if I set the alarm to go off on a Sunday morning? I could get out of bed and then climb back into bed - have that wonderful moment when I win the argument, I CAN stay in bed forever. What if I go for a shower at 6:40am on a Sunday? A long, hot shower with the water raining down upon me? Should I turn the alarm on?

Of course I don't. The idea of weekends is that you lie around in bed until you want to get up. The idea is not to be woken up but to wake up naturally. But sometimes, just sometimes, I toy with the idea of getting up early at the weekends. That is so wrong!

Comments

[sans]

This post absolutely tickled me! Actually, most of them do, you are just a little twisted!I like that in a person.

[Alan]

It's not wrong. The only thing wrong with weekends, is the week to weekend ratio. Instead of 5 to 2 it really should be 2 to 5.