‘ Weekend warriors’ feel the pain on Monday
ike many "weekend warriors," I am reminded every Monday morning of how old I have become.
We work furiously during our days off to check off chores from a never-ending list. All of that physical activity feels pretty good in the moment, but come Monday morning, the devil takes his due in the form of aches and pains that weren't as apparent 20 years ago — even five years ago.
It's especially noticeable this time of year, as all of the winterizing chores of fall come at the same time as another birthday. Together, they take a physical and psychological toll — especially when my adult children, or worse, my parents, say things such as, "You know, you really shouldn't be up on that ladder at your age."
Now a year shy of six decades on this planet,
I go at each weekend's to-do list with nearly the same enthusiasm and energy as when I was half this age. And then comes the Monday-morning reminder that I'm no longer that person, and I should probably listen to what my kids and parents are saying.