Monday Finally Arrived

Tonight is the last evening of the National Day holiday break, and the whole family is gathered around the dinner table. To savor the last moments of the long weekend, we prepared a lavish meal tonight. I, the uncle of the house, intended to project an image of a mature, good father and husband who was 'well-rested and full of energy.' However, my hand, reaching for food, trembled uncontrollably. "Honey, why are you sighing while chewing on a chicken drumstick? You look like you're about to cry," my wife suddenly looked up at me mid-meal. With a chicken drumstick suspended in mid-air, my eyes welled up, and I stared blankly at the white rice, my voice choked with emotion, "No, it's nothing… I just realized this is the last meal I'll have during this four-day holiday… I have to be woken up by my alarm at 6 AM tomorrow and go back to being a corporate slave…" The room fell silent. My wife stared for three seconds, then rolled her eyes dramatically, "Seriously! How old are you? You're treating dinner like your last meal before execution! Hurry up and eat, then go do the dishes!" At that moment, chewing the rice in my mouth, I felt as if every grain bore the cruel words, 'You have to work tomorrow.' 💡 Today's realization: Holidays are like a tornado; they arrive too quickly and leave even faster, leaving only me to do the dishes after dinner. 💥 Breakdown Level: ★★★★★ ❓ If I eat this rice slowly now, can Monday come a little later tomorrow?