And so it goes...

On Sundays...I hide from the world.

All week long from Monday through Thursdays, I work. Its straight work too. I mean driving, sweating, stressing, angry thoughts, at war to make things work and maybe have one good night of sleep. You're a zombie by Thursday night, for sure. Then Friday morning arrives, not a minute late, and the shit gets good. Real good. Friday is the stress free work day. Going into it, you know its gonna be an early day. Whatever the hell happens, you know its going to pause for the weekend. You get 48 hours off before you have to even think about that bullshit problem on Monday. You coast, sit back and wind down to a comfortable ten miles an hour. Friday night is chill. You put the kids in bed and get numb. I'm talking zone out.
You wake up Saturday after that one good night of sleep. You have energy and you want to be productive in some way. Accomplish something for you. Saturday is the kids day. All day, your kids are the most interesting, important and magical things in the world. Its a rare chance to have fun and go back in time to being a kid and feeling awesome. Saturday night is pure energy. The best movies come on HBO. You get online and catch up with all the latest sports headlines, new downloads, emailing the people you care about. Catching up on messages and phone calls. You stay up late and sleep even better because Saturday you used up ever once of energy you had.
Sunday, you hide from the world. Sunday is the day of deep thought. Sunday, you get rid of useless info you've collected during a busy week. Sunday you want be productive, but you really lay back and relax. You keep the room dark and cold. You enjoy coffee and cruise the internet seeking humous entertainment. Video games get attention. You rest through out the day. You are popular with your kids, but they know Sunday is your day of rest. You eat well. By Sunday evening, you start preparing yourself for the oncoming week. You move slow but get things set.
Over this 48 hours, you have a great chance getting the best sex. A few times over the weekend, You're woman will make sweety dirty love to you. She will love you so good, it gets you through the next week of hell. Sunday night you don't sleep as good as the last two nights. You know what's coming.
Monday morning always comes too soon. Its so fucking tough to get out of that comfortable weekend. You are mentally strong and you force your body into motion and finally get going. Everything thing speeds up. Things go fucking crazy and you are trying to stay focused on not wrecking the bullet train of family life. Kids are back to being pissed off dictators. The wife is dominant and intense. Monday night you imagine Friday morning and getting back to nirvana. You don't sleep much...

and so it goes.

You've just read the beginning pages of a film script I'm currently writing.