waiting for the weekend

Worknights just seem too short to get anything done. A few rounds of laundry, trying to balance the checkbook, and dirty dishes and there's not a lot of time left afterward to much of anything else. It always seems worse in the Spring, though. The long winter has dragged on, and we're all waiting to burst into life again, like flowers finally pushing upwards. I can feel that there's energy on the horizon. But it isn't quite there yet....