Working Weekends

Sucks.
Time lapses
And the lines between
Waking and sleeping blur-
My bed is filled with thoughts of work
My desk is littered with yawns and power naps.
Folding laundry is suddenly fascinating
My eye drifts to my phone incessantly
The weight of the week lies heavy on my shoulders
The dishes are harder to do
Everyone else seems to be throwing a party
And the work I have to do
Stares at me
Unforgiving
Deeply judgemental.
But I don’t have much more to give.
I need that break
That space between Friday and Monday
That reminds me
That I am more than my tasks.
Maybe Monday might not hurt so much
Maybe next weekend will be sweeter
Maybe working Saturday and Sunday
Will prove to be worth it
After all.

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