The thing about weekends

I sit there at the end of another wasted weekend. I think I wrote previously about recurring thought patterns, so here’s a train of thought that happens to me each weekend, which I desperately want to get rid of.

As the weekdays go by, lots of tasks get accumulated on my To-do list. These are tasks that I think might require a long uninterrupted work session to get done. So there are always two options, sacrifice the night’s sleep and get it done the same day, or procrastinate and delay it for the coming weekend.

I don’t know about you, but to the weekday version of me, the weekend feels like it has an unlimited supply of time. Every task seems doable if you schedule it on the weekend. This is why by the time Friday comes, I have a huge backlog of things meant to be done in the next two days.

Then it’s time for weekend me to put things in perspective. I realize two things after waking up late on a Saturday morning -

Firstly, even if I worked the entire 48 hours of the weekend, I will not be able to finish all of my tasks.

Secondly, I am too tired for working throughout the week. My body needs rest and I didn’t factor that in while overestimating the work I’ll be able to do on the weekend.

I would inevitably choose to rest instead of working. Maybe that’s good thinking, but I suspect it’s just laziness. And all that time I would be thinking, this seems familiar, I am sure this happened the last weekend as well, and the one before that.

This brings me to the Sunday evening, which is right now. As always, I am convinced right now that weekends are meant to rest and not to do a lot of work. And I have made a mental note to try and finish most of the tasks on the weekdays, maybe sleep a bit less for a day if you have to.

Yet I am certain that weekday-me will not agree with this.