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The Weekend Problem

The Weekend Problem

Weekends are strange.

I want to enjoy them, but, I can’t. The extra free time is simultaneously not enough and too much.

My weekdays are structured. Every action rolls into the next. I have order and routine. I feel like I know what I should do without effort and I can do the tasks I want to do without forcing myself.

When I have less free time, I do more with it.

My weekends are different. I don’t feel a sense of urgency to accomplish anything. There is more time available. I can push everything off for a little bit longer.

Until I can’t. The weekend is used up and I don’t feel like I’ve accomplished anything.

One moment, I’m procrastinating through a Friday night, telling myself I’ll get to something first thing Saturday morning. Then, next thing I know, it’s Sunday night. I haven’t folded or put away any of the laundry. I have written nothing. If I am feeling productive, I might have gotten dressed.

For two days, I’ve done nothing. So, I chastise myself and promise I’ll do better next weekend.

But, I won’t.

I might knock a few small chores off my list and pretend I did something worthwhile with my free time, but, I’ll still end up spending most of my weekend half-asleep on my couch.

Because, that’s what I do on weekends. It’s a vicious cycle.

Published by M.A. Brotherton

M.A. Brotherton is a writer, blogger, artist, and fat-kid from the suburbs of Kansas City, Missouri. He’s tasted a little bit of everything the Midwest has to offer, ranging from meth-tweaking rednecks in massive underground cave complexes to those legendary amber waves of grain. When he’s not writing, he spends most of his time screwing around on the internet.