Have a good weekend.

' Have a good weekend,' they say. Well thanks, but...

I didn't do that well when the first baby came along. It seemed Ike a 24/7 job when I had been used to sirens marking the lessons and breaks during the day and, despite a hefty load of marking and lesson prep, there were weekends that came right after Friday.
I found it so hard that I contemplated writing a book called  No weekends to warn others of how they might feel when it just went on night and day -  the feeds and nappy changes and burping and crying. (Often it was me crying not just the baby.) Fortunately others have written the book and people are more aware of post natal depression or simply not coping in those early weeks.

Now I read The Advertiser on line where the morning blog tells me we'll cope together with Monday. What's wrong with Monday? And then tells me we're half way through the week on Wednesday and on Friday we're nearly there. What? I'm retired. I don't work Monday - Friday 9-5 as this assumes. Neither do a lot of the rest of the population, I suspect ,what with shift work etc. So one day follows another. I recall my parents in law saying that they only thing that distinguished one day from another was the fact that Thursday was bin day. Right!

I find myself again in the world of no weekends and long weekends are nothing to look forward to.
So when people wish me a good weekend I try to smile benignly. And yes, Thursday is bin day.