I have a "condition." Dave recently diagnosed it. And I must agree with his expert opinion. I have a major case of Saturday Sickness.
Symptoms include: well, mostly just grumpiness. I have noticed that it pretty much always takes the same course.
Saturday starts out with a bit of excitement. "TODAY is going to be different. Today is going to be really fun. I don’t know what we’re going to do, but it’s going to be fun. We’re going to hang out together and this is going to be pretty much the best day ever."
And as the day goes on, just turning out to be a normal day, or heaven forbid, BORING day, I begin to feel the sickness. I try to deny that it’s coming. Pretend like I’m cool sitting around the house while Dave works on another remodeling project. Try to be a good sport keeping the kids out of the way. Telling myself that I’m a team player, that this house is OUR house and he’s improving it and that I’m so happy and proud of him and excited to be one step closer to a lovely house. But with each whine and increase in mess, my resolve chips away. And by Saturday evening, if I’m cooking dinner instead of ordering it, I’m practically in tears.
Not sure what to do about it. And yesterday was a very mild case that ended up in falling asleep on the couch at 9 o’clock instead of crying. Could’ve been because the birthday party next door and the all-day bounce house babysitter that did the trick. Or the cupcakes. It was a good day. And I staved off the Saturday sickness for once. Since the diagnosis, I’ve been more able to treat the symptoms before they get out of hand. The real reason behind it is a bit of spoiled brat. And I’m trying to teach her a lesson, give her some discipline. And remind her that she’s going out of town BY HERSELF in a couple weeks. So that’s some pretty good medicine.
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Ok, nurse in the house. Rx (that means prescription — FYI): Babysitter, every other Saturday… and a fun family activity on the other Saturday nights. I’ve decided I want to have people over for a BBQ more often. Kids playing the backyard, living the american dream, and then babysitter the other weekends. It’s simple, but effective.
I think you and I had the same Saturday Shannon…not a good day for me either. Hope things get better soon!
I get that too
So where is the spoiled brat going? Come on….share your medicine. Some of us may need a prescription to it too.
I think I have that, too! Mark always wants to say home and I always want to DO SOMETHING. Where are you going?? By yourself?? How fun!
wow…I SO have that syndrome too. I never knew it had a name
Thanks for the diagnosis…nice to know I am not the only one with this sickness 
I love your stories Shannon!
Where are you going by yourself? And are you going to know what to do by yourself?
I totally think I have that sickness sometimes–only mine doesn’t only come on Saturdays.
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