A SPECIAL DAY

Today I came across a new word that describes me- Xennial. Makes me feel like what I always wanted to be. Xena! The Warrior Princess! Before you get visions of the steaming hot Brunette in the black leather dress- please STOP!

Xennial is a word that describes people born in the cusp years between Generation X and the Millennials. Enchantingly boring, you would say. Yet, thinking of it there are so many things that we Xennials have in common. One of them is our love for a special day. The one day that makes you look forward to life. A special friend, years ago gifted me a Garfield poster that summed it up. I LIVE FOR SATURDAYS! Beamed the Orange Cat. I do too!!

Honestly, for the most part of my life to date, I’ve lived from one Saturday to the next. My school was 30 km from my home! After a full five days of travel, studies, and homework, Saturday would be my day to sleep in. No one dared to wake me up early on Saturday. The routine continues to date. My brats will not get up before 11 a.m. on Saturday mornings. It’s the cycle of Karma- what you give is what you receive. I remember my mom’s rants as I go through my Super Saturday Mornings!  Catching up on sleep, cooking, getting the whole week dusting and cleaning done, and taking care of both the kids’ routines. We must cut nails, have oil massages, scrub our teeth and clean our ears.  Ugh, by afternoon I’m exhausted!

A lot has changed after the kids, though. Constantly changing nappies makes you forget the day of the week completely. But not for long! As the children begin school they start to have their own social life. Come Saturday and you have a list of things to do! Birthday party invites from all and sundry! Then starts the sequence of Saturday night fever again! No matter what the plan- whether it’s a quiet dinner with family, or a wild Saturday night party or just being at home watching television. There is something that is special about a Saturday. You feel a certain natural high. There isn’t a care in the world. The next day is a holiday and no one can take away your freedom tonight. That’s what a Saturday means!

Compare this to the gloom and unexplained depression that Sunday evenings bring. As the sun moves down below the horizon my heart sinks too.

Obviously, kids hate the thought of returning to school after the weekend, but we adults too can’t stop the tide of sudden unhappiness. It starts rising as the clock strikes 6. By nightfall, you feel tears rise up and a choking feeling in your neck! I know people whose kids have passed out of college.  They do not need to return to the Monday Morning routine. Yet, these guys feel the same! Unite Xennials, as We begin counting the days till the next Saturday! Every Sunday evening brings a longing for the dawn of the next Saturday. Au revoir Saturday, dear friend! Till we meet again- On That Special Day!

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