When Friday finally rolls around, I am never holding on tightly to the previous week. I am most certainly not pushing away the weekend. And this week is absolutely no exception to that.
I have spent this week sick as a dog. I long for the days of calling in sick and sending my children to their daycare providers. If I’m going to dream, I should dream big…back when being sick meant laying in bed all day working towards recovery. This week has tested my abilities of juggling three “I can’t wipe my own butts” in a way most things don’t (thank goodness!). Nothing slows down even if Mom does.
So now I’m face to face with the weekend and all I can say is hallelujah! I made it to the promised land where there is an extra pair of hands, an extra pair of lungs and some time to kick my heels up for a little R&R. I might have gotten carried away there but it at least means an extra pair of hands for at least some of the weekend. I’ll take what I can get!