Some wait for Friday as a gateway to the weekend, I wait for Friday because it means I go back to work...

Here I am, on day two of my stretch of three days off. I have come to despise my time off... Time off for me means absolutely no productivity; I will lay in bed all day, to the point of not even showering. It even extends to irrational irritability at the suggestion to leave the house by my husband. As it was so today, I sulked in my bedroom pouting about having to get dressed to leave. As long as I stay busy with work or appointments, I am good; I can avoid these types of melt downs. Over the past two pays I have laid in here, obsessed over the Internet, bored to tears, waiting for Friday when I go back to work.