I was thinking about how weekends seem to just fly by. It doesn’t seem possible that one minute it is Friday afternoon and the next I am sitting behind my desk on a Monday morning (or under the desk, depending on how the day is going).
What happened to Saturday and Sunday?
There is no other combination of days that go by at this lightening pace.
Not Monday-Tuesday, not Tuesday-Wednesday, not Thursday-Friday, or… I think you probably get the point.
So why do my weekends go by so quickly?
Then it occurred to me. Finally, those teachers who told me that math would be important in my daily life… they were right.
I had almost given up on them.
My loss of time during the weekend is a simple math problem (just don’t ask me what X and Y stand for because I don’t have a clue… and just like high school, I don’t really care as much as I probably should).
During an average work day, I get up at 5:30 and go to bed at 11:00. That is 17.5 hours per workday.
So in theory, I should have 35 hours of sweet, sweet free time each and every weekend.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but weekends just don’t last that long.
The proof lies in the math.
This past weekend is a perfect example.
Start off with 35 hours of free time (in theory).
Take off 4 for sleeping in and a couple of catnaps. That still leaves me with 31 hours to do whatever I would like.
Weekends are great.
2 hours for a Saturday morning soccer game (yes, they won).
1.5 hours for jogging/shuffling/barely more than an old guy walking.
1 hour riding a bike.
3 hours of yard work.
2 more hours for running around town doing chores (wash cars, drycleaners, purchasing those elusive winning lottery tickets).
5 hours on the computer… blogging, emailing, plurking, doing school work, etc.
This takes me down to 16.5. Still a lot of time left to do whatever I want. It certainly beats going to work.
Another 2 hours eating out and going to eat ice cream.
1 hour reading the newspaper.
1 hour picking up the house, garage, or cleaning out the cars.
I’m down to 12.5.
Still not too bad.
4 hours watching TV or trying to sit through a movie (I am a little jumpy).
Roughly 3 hours eating, showering, and doing personal chores (that is nice way of not getting too graphic… you’re welcome).
Only 5.5 left.
I forgot ironing my clothes for the next week. That is another 30 minutes.
Playing outside with my daughter takes another 2 hours.
That leaves a grand total of 3 hours left.
Yes, you heard me (or read me) right. 3 hours is the entire weekend.
The math never lies.
That is why my weekend seems to go by so quickly. They aren’t 48 hours, they are 3 hours long.
What a rip. No wonder I am so tired on Mondays.
I can’t wait for the next 3 day weekend, or should I say 4.5 hours of sweet free time. I need the extra rest.
By the way, never trust anyone who says “Trust me” as I did in the title. It is an absolute guaranteed lock they can’t be trusted. And never believe anyone who says “Honest, I am not lying”. If you have to announce your honesty, odds are you are not.