That awkward moment when you realize

that your entire weekend is gone.

Even though it was an extra day,

it disappeared as fast as the regular two day affair.

As I lay in bed pondering where my time has gone,

I realize that the one thing that I lack right now

is more time.

I wonder if I’d be able to handle it,

then remember I haven’t tried in awhile.

Time without work for more than 5 days,

or kids needing my undivided attention.

Time without deadlines

and mental work that needs to be done,

A time to lay on the couch and read,

or go for long walks

without someone calling me to ask me

to do just one more thing.

This weekend was a mix of responsibility

and relaxation

which triggered a yearning

for less of the former and more of the latter.

I really must schedule days off further in advance,

and I wonder

what two weeks off would feel like.

Maybe, just maybe,

I should try to find out this summer…