I think that I might hate Friday's. I could be wrong, and I'm almost positive that if I mind screw myself just right, I will find a way to like Fridays again. But for now, I want to yell BOOOO! HIIIISSSSSS!!!!
I know I've said it before. Weekends are not really weekends. There is no break, really. I won't get to sleep in. I will still have to clean. I will still want to just hang out with the kids. Then once Cullen gets up, the kids will hang around him and I'll get to take care of the things that aren't getting taken care of.
See? I have to find a way around this hate of the weekends. At least I don't have to work then, right?
It probably doesn't help that I wait up for Cullen Thursday nights, and he doesn't get home til stinkin 12am. But every week, I decide to do it, that I'll go ahead and be deathly tired on Friday, and every Friday, I am. But I still do it because..Thursday nights are fun! And he's my friend and it's so good to see him and hang out with him and reconnect again! Work calls...and calls...and calls. TTFN!
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