I hate it when I think it's Friday and it's not.
But then again, who the heck cares if it's Friday or not? I mean, seriously, when I was a kid, Friday was the BEST! School was always more fun, dinner was always leftovers or if we were REALLY lucky, "Bag-o-burgers" from Burger King, and then... oh my oh my, TGIF on ABC. Remember that? The shows! I LOVED it all.
In college, Fridays meant movies, dinners out, parties, dances, SO MUCH FUN.
Then when I was a working woman, Friday was the day I cut out by 2pm. Everyone in the office cut out at by 2pm. I didn't feel guilty in the slightest.
Well, today is Thursday. Tomorrow is Friday. And to that I say again, "Who cares?"
As a stay-at-home mom, the days matter not. Saturday is EXACTLY the same as Friday. There is no joy in reaching the end of week, no hard-earned weekend to breathe a sigh of relief. My kids will wake me up at the same time they always do. They will demand breakfast, and poop their pants.
One nice thing is that husbands are usually around on weekends, which makes Fridays a nice thing to look forward to.
But really, if I mourn ONE thing that I have given up to be a mother to my children, it is the loss of the THRILL of Friday.
So, in the spirit of rekindling that fire for Friday, tomorrow I shall eat good food with good friends and celebrate that it is FRIDAY!
And then watch the TV shows I missed on Hulu.
Some things never change. :)