The Week That Was

I am sitting in a mindless training session right now, and I am thinking of the tasks that I have to finish before I have to leave for the day. I have to finish writing a very important and controversial mail, I have to finish editing a document, and of course, I have to read all news online and check my emails.

I just want this meeting to be over, and get out of this room. I want to get out of this semi-catatonic state, get out, finish my work, and just head home.

Today is Friday. The last day of my work week. Every Friday, I get high hopes about the weekend. Friday night, Saturday, and Sunday seem to be whole stretches of untasted paradise on Friday morning. On Sunday night, they present a whole chain of lost opportunities. It's the same story of every weekend. Monday mornings are perhaps so blue because I keep feeling I missed out a lot of yellow over the weekends.

Nevertheless, this week was much better than some others. Some weeks pass by very quickly, others very slowly. This was amongst the faster ones. It was a remarkable week for me - my son was exceptionally cheerful and happy, my husband came home at a decent time every evening, and I could spend half-an-hour only for myself in the 5 days that were.

Work-wise, it was a very busy week for me. But one interesting thing happened during the past week. My son got admission in a good school. It was such a relief for me and my husband. We had heard such stories about standing in long queues for the form, paying huge amounts for donations, etc., that we still can't believe the phase is over for us. My son starts school in June next year. I am already excited for him!

Thinking of the past week has started me thinking of the weekend - and I want to stop right here. I won't make any plans for the weekend. I will live it as it comes.