Wanting the weekends.

You know sometimes I wish we didn't have to sleep. Just think of all the wasted time we spend sleeping? Why couldn't our bodies be made to just go and go and go. Maybe then my life wouldn't seem like such a blur of eat, sleep, work.

I feel like everyday is just a day you wish away in hopes that the weekend gets here faster. That's obviously got to say something about MOST of our lives, and it's the fact that we only look forward to 48 of the 168 hours in our week, we only seem to enjoy 29% of our week. I'm not saying everyone is this way, but a majority of people wish away their week in hopes of their fun, or just relaxing weekend coming up.

If we weren't forced to work so many hours in the day, maybe we would enjoy the rest of our week a little more. And I say forced as in, I HAVE TO WORK TO SURVIVE. No one in particulary is forcing me to be here, I just know that THIS is what you have to do. Some people don't "get" that.

In a sense, Monday through Friday I am forced to do something 66% of my day. That is sleeping and working. I HAVE to sleep and I HAVE to work, but if I could choose I would do neither. Should have played the power ball last night, because that could have eliminated one of those.

Today feels like a blur so far. I didn't get the best sleep last night, seems to be the new normal lately. I wake up so uncomfortable with my back just aching. OH, the joys of pregnancy. Guess I should get use to NOT getting any good sleep.

It's Thursday, rainy and I just keep thinking about my bed. (sigh)

This post really seem to go no where, sorry about that.