I looooooooove Friday!
When I was in elementary school, it meant a whole weekend of playing outdoors.
When I was in junior high, it meant sleep-overs and hanging with friends.
When I was in high school, it usually meant a basketball game or some social function.
When I was in college, well, it meant I didn't have to feel guilty about not going to class or working on a paper. And often it meant a trip home.
When I got married, it meant more time with Mr. Wonderful.
Now I have 3 children. It has a totally new meaning.
On Fridays, Mr. Wonderful works a half-day. So Fridays mean I can run errands all over town without the usual
pack the diaper bag,
bundle everyone up,
lock them in their seats,
pull out the super double stroller,
unlock them from their seats,
lock them in the stroller,
lock them back in their seats,
put up stroller
(repeat 4 or 5 times).
I just get to go, get out, wander and think. Today I am going to run the obligatory errands and then I might even meander through a hobby or fabric store at my leisure. It may not be everyone's idea of heaven, but it is mine. Whoop! Whoop! Par-tay!