I’m trying to turn Thursdays into my day off. So the week end feels more like the mid-week.
I’ve often wondered how shift workers survived. For years my father worked shift. Looking back, I always figured that his Sundays should be a day off. So I would expect him to take part in the activities of the day – when he might be rushing off to a night shift soon.
But somehow dad was there for us. He must have spent some days prying his eyes open. My appreciation grows even more as I have passed from being a father – and knowing how tough it is to be always present for your children – to now being a grandfather and realizing the toll that constant activity has on a body as you get older.
All that to say – come Thursday I’ll take my week end. And enjoy it!