Dear Friday,
You can't imagine how much I welcome you each week. It's not the lack of homework battles on a calm family oriented Friday evening, it's not anything special on the schedule, it's not a regular Friday night meal or anything like that. It is going to bed when ever I happen to go to bed on a Friday night and knowing that I do not have to wake up at 6 o'clock Saturday morning.
Oh yeah Friday baby. Come and get me.
Love,
click
Oh how I totally identify with this! Except, not today.
Normally, this is exactly why I love Fridays, too...and Saturdays, for that matter. But tomorrow I have to be up at regular time to go work concessions for the Special Olympics. So, I won't bitch and moan TOO much about it - it's for a good cause. But I shall be rubbing my green-eyed-monster eyes your way in the morning. Roll over and pull the covers over your head once for me, k?
Posted by: SuzanneSays... | April 11, 2008 at 11:33 PM
Don't be jealous. My eyes flew open at 6:04 and due to the heavy snoring and disturbing leg tremor-ing coming from the other side of my bed (husband!!) I was forced to entertain murder fantasies (which I am quite sure is the only way to stop either one of his annoying bed habits) for 40 minutes before finally fleeing the bed with the last shred of my sanity. No snuggly warm cozy rest for the weary (me) in this house. sigh.
Posted by: clickmom | April 12, 2008 at 06:56 AM