It's Saturday Night Live...

Am I the only person who gets to Saturday night feeling like a steamroller has driven directly over her person?

Perhaps those halcyon days of youth when I had actual energy are a phantom memory, but I recall having the strength to party like there was no tomorrow and still get up in time to make myself look pretty for a 9 am church meeting.

These days, my energy level flatlines by about Friday and when we get through the typical activities of Saturday housework, errands and mayhem, there isn't any wave peak above that flatline at all. It's more like a study in energy deficits from way back in physical science.

I know that deficits have to be made up from somewhere, but I'm not sure where that 'reserve' is alleged to come from nor how I can tap into it so that I feel more like Superwoman and less like Slug-gal.

When I was in college, it wasn't a big deal to work all day, come home, shower, change and head out for a full night of dancing into the wee hours of the morning at a club where the men smelled nice and were warm and inviting.

Now, my Saturday night is filled with the homebody chores and choices that have come to define the double digits of my age as being someone 'over the hill'. That sucks lemons big time.

Where did the fun gal go?

More importantly, where did that energy go? I'd love a cup or two of that level of go, go, go from time to time. Most mornings, I am like a car battery that has to be coaxed into life by an alternator not quite up to snuff. Lots of 'rrrr' and not much 'roar'.

We occupy our time with laundry, baths for whomever needs them the most and trying to get last minute projects and chores done before the Sabbath actually begins. It's more like trying to push the boulder uphill. I've never felt more in kinship with Sysyphus than I do by the time Saturday night comes each week.

This week, I finished a secret project which will be revealed later.

I'm kinda proud of myself and extremely grateful to God that He made possible the project.

More on that later...

Right now, it's time to put my shoulder to the boulder and give it all I've got in hopes that if I can't push it uphill, at least I won't let it roll back down.

Live, from my living room.... it's Saturday Night!