Holiday weekend?

While the rest of country or what seems like the rest of the country prepares for the traditional beginning of summer, Memorial Day Weekend, I realize that once again I have no plans made.

Instead I am looking forward to catching up on some reading, some chores, and intend on cleaning off my desk, the latter being an resolution, not of the new year variety, more the omg I can't live like this anymore type. Not a lot of plans, but mine, and I like the empty spots I left. As I get older, I like empty spots.
The weather seems iffy, but shouldn't influence my plans, none of which are dependent on weather.

Good thing for empty spots, several of them are taken by errands left undone by my spouse before he departed for the weekend. Taking back roads, to avoid the inevitable holiday traffic that descends in my neck of the woods, I accomplish the said errands with the knowledge that they were not crucial but for whatever reason necessary to be done, after all,"you aren't doing anything anyway." I really hate those words, but once again let them fall off like water off a duck.

Then one of the spots is taken up by dealing with a flat tire on a rental car,that we have, courtesy of an insurance compnay. This turned into a longer than necessary spot, as I dealt with no less than four calls to resolve one flat tire. What happened to the days when you could just call and get a person, a person who actually knew what they were talking about. Sorry, this is a pet peeve of mine, which I will go into at another time.

Well I figure, I will still have time to read a bit and do some personal stuff. Sure I will. My daughter comes home from her part time job, which she dislikes, but keeps, as after all we read that 3 out of four teenagers will not find a summer job, and she has had hers for almost two years, so she goes grumbling out into the world.
She comes home with complaints of an oncoming cold or allergy and can I go to the store to get her OTC remedies, no one likes feeling under the weather, but this dear daughter really hates it, and after all she has "plans". I sense another spot slipping away, but I go because I am after all the mom, and moms do that sort of thing.

Sunday brings with it a full blown, I am going to bed, I think I have a fever teenage daughter. Okay so I feel bad after all she is sick and I am her mom and designate a few more spots to her needs. In the back of my mind I sense my weekend slipping away, my personal chores left undone, my back mail and paperwork unread. To add to the day, it gets hot, and sticky. So I relent and turn on the loudest air conditioner on earth, to get some relief.

A phone call sucks away my final free spots, and it is then I realize that next year, God willing I am going to make plans, for shopping,or for a picnic, or a visit with friends, over the weekend that heralds my least favorite season of the year. This year the weekend of no plans became the weekend of everyone elses plans, and that isn't really what I had in mind.