Livin' for the Weekend

As I come to the end of another weekend, dreading the upcoming work week, I find myself, more often than not, wishing it were the weekend or that the weekend would last just one day longer. Five days out of seven I wish my life away; I realize this. And, time hearing my command does seem to speed by. But in the same fashion, so does my weekend. It seems one can't be without the other. A seemingly short week wraps up with an even shorter weekend. All this wishing makes me wonder. Am I going to wake-up one day Rumpelstiltskin-style, forty-five years old wondering where all my days, weeks, and weekends went? I certainly hope not. But, I just can't help myself wishing for the weekend. I need those two short days of sanity, two quick moments of rest, two days that make the week bearable.