The weekend is just around the corner, my mood lifts, and I start thinking about misbehaving.
So what can a 40-something-year-old woman do to make others raise their eyebrows—and herself blush?
Uuu, so many things! And I want to write about all of them. Because I’m excited! Already by Thursday, my musculus sphincter urethrae externus loosens (yes, that one), as I smell what’s coming. Back in the day, that used to mean misbehaving from Friday through Sunday. Now, it’s mostly Friday, with Saturday and Sunday reserved for recovery. But I don’t have to think about that now.
Friday is the day I don’t want to work hard. Half the day will do, up to lunch, ideally eaten outside. This is when our son is still at school (until 5 o’clock, to be precise), so just imagine the endless possibilities. And since we live in Spain now, that includes lounging in the sun with a mandatory glass of vino (bear in mind: it never ends with a glass).
That beautiful scenery, that blessed state of mind… it fills you with so many endorphins, you start thinking about all sorts of other things. It’s the wine, it puts all kinds of ideas in our heads. These may vary depending on the temperature outside. We might buy another bottle and head to the beach to sunbathe topless (no one cares), or we might go straight home for sex (because we have the whole house to ourselves) or both.
If the mood strikes, we get more supplies and go absolutely bullocks until late into the night. We dance in the living room and not to Pitbull, Britney, or old-school house, but to Einmusik or Andfol so get the vibe 😏). We might as well take out the naughty outfits.
This is also our most creative time. All our business ideas (the good and the not so much) are born on these Fridays. Once, we started repainting the house from grey to white. Another time, we decided to upholster our taxidermy deer heads in luxury fabrics (and actually succeeded—did a few of them!). We even created a concierge website for houses we don’t own.
Not to mention—all our all-inclusive holidays get booked during those euphoric states (and never regretted).
By Saturday and Sunday, we’re dead. Cancelling all the paddle tennis and yoga classes we enthusiastically booked on Friday night.Because we really thought we'd be that version of ourselves, but we’re not.
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