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I Ask: How Do You Make Three-Day Weekends Fun? Or Is This Only My Problem?

I don’t like three-day weekends. They demand busy. Social busy like grilling or partying or hosting. And talking all that small talk that gives me hives. Although I haven’t actually been invited to any Labor Day weekend parties so perhaps everyone’s in their pajamas having thoughtful conversations about saving the world.

The alternative to standing around with a hotdog trying to explain blogging is traveling with the entire country. And by traveling, I mean driving at fifteen mph for ten hours while you watch the VERY IMPORTANT PERSON next to you decide to squeeze into the front of you because your lane is going two cars faster than the lane next to you.

Plus, long weekends are impractical. I would rather my husband have the day off in the middle of the week when stores are open than have three days in a row since two out of his three days include terrible store hours.

Holy crap, y’all, I’m a curmudgeon.

Maybe I can live vicariously through your plans of awesome. What are you doing for Labor Day weekend? Oh and can you invite me? I won’t come, but this way I can say that I have plans for the 3000 times I’m asked. It’s better than going into my long-weekends-suck rant. Probably.

So I ask: How do you make three-day weekends fun? And can that fun be less social and more sweatpants-orientated?

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Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

16 thoughts to “I Ask: How Do You Make Three-Day Weekends Fun? Or Is This Only My Problem?”

  1. Lucky for us we’re in a heat wave and have a pool. It is the last BBQ of the season – but we are summer entertainers (as I said, we have a pool). But, you could come in your sweats if you wanted – we don’t care – but you would sweat your behind off. Other than that, taking kids out to sushi and a movie, trucking around to sports practices tomorrow – yes they’re still on!

  2. I’m really not looking forward to this 3 day weekend because I was just starting to get used to having 2 kids in school, then this, and now it’s like, huh. Well, what the heck do we do now? Look forward to Tuesday is the only answer I can think of.

  3. I spend 2 hours of it alone, no kids, no husband. I will probably take a shower and use the toilet without an audience. Other than that, I work on entertaining the 2 year old so Daddy can sleep (he is working night shifts now). Gee, I’m pretty boring.

  4. I’m going to a BBQ at a friend’s house. They live RIGHT on the ocean in Hawai’i. Are you sure you don’t want to come? Laid back people with a heck of a view. 😉

    Really, though, I love three day weekends because I can get my laundry done. Like, completely and totally done. We usually are in baskets because folding doesn’t fully get accomplished on busy weekends.

  5. You are mistaken. People haven’t invited you to cookouts this weekend because they have been using their grill all week to make coffee, heat baby bottles, and cook multitudes of defrosting meat – all due to a week without power. They are SICK of their grills.

    We are camping – tents, smores, bugspray, bugs, wild animals – oh crap. 3-day weekends are enough time to go do something fun and still have a day to recover. But if you really want to sit around and do nothing. Just sit around and do nothing. It’s the American dream – be lazy!

  6. I’ve spent the weekend napping then having an aviation oldies fest on netflixx. Followed by more napping. Snaking, then napping. A little bit of football and then even more napping.

    Did I mention my weekend wear? Suffice to say I didn’t make to sweatpants.

    That was exhausting….nap time.

    Wait a minute…Mike and Ikes!!! Woot!

  7. Here’s what I detest about long weekends…
    The scene: the grocery store…
    Bagger: So, what fun plans do you have this weekend?
    Me: Um…naps and…um…unloading the dishwasher…and…um…
    Then, I slink off, feeling like the biggest loser parent who couldn’t even coordinate something fun for her kids.
    Big fun.

  8. I feel that pressure to have a chock-full holiday weekend also. But, alas, we’re hermits and don’t have plans. Except a birthday party for the little brother of a kid my son hardly knows. But there will be cake so we couldn’t say no, right?

  9. You may consider this too little too late (or does that make it late enough), but you can plan this for the next 3 day weekend. (I too partook in lots of sweat pants/ yoga pants activities) I napped, cleaned out the fridge, and folded a 5′ tall mountain of laundry. (no I did not put it away yet.) Cleaning the fridge was brave because of something that exploded on me and I had to change into *other* sweatpants. Jeez~ how rude of that mystery substance! I was not invited out this weekend and I’m kinda glad because then I would have had to drive somewhere, and with all the extra traffic I was glad to avoid the roads. See, I was saving the environment by not adding my emissions to the air!

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