Fridays are the often celebrated day of the week but for me and where I am at in life, they are stinky. By weeks end I am tired from Girl Scouts, school papers, selling GS cookies, Read for Ronald, “I need lunch money.”, Cub Scouts, homework, Gymnastics, clothing battles, kids fighting, potty training battles, “I’m just leaving work” calls (none this week Honey, no worries) and all the things that I will one day miss but right now are tiring. Add to that my unique situation of “holding it together” when I see someone staring at the boys or when the wound is bumped by a reminder that I cannot disregard the T-Ball paper that came home from school let alone the a reminder that they will most likely not grow up to get married and have kids of their own. (As an aside, I think one of the reasons this is so difficult is because we are in a “typical” world. Our kids go to regular school with regular kids so we are surrounded by typical families; families who do not face the likelihood that they will outlive their kids. I am so grateful that they can do a lot of these typical things but it can seem like a bit of a tease at times, an almost normal kind of situation.)
Friday I am tired from smiling (mostly) through it all, pulling out my Bible verses to get through the minute, the hour, the day. When I am tired it is hard to be optimistic and hopeful. I am a girl who needs to be rested to function, always have been, always will be!
Back to Friday, Mondays we are coming off the weekend with Mark being home and enjoying being with each other. Yes, the house is a mess for some reason but I have a goal/a mission. I am full of hope; trying to straighten the house and get ready for the week. Tuesdays and Thursdays I go to work. Wednesdays is my one day without kids so that is the day that my to-do list is a mile long and I try to get everything done in one day! Wednesdays I enjoy doing ebay, meeting up with friends, working on house projects and catching up on shows while folding laundry or shipping packages for Ebay. But Friday just kind of looms ahead for some reason and I am sleepy. Bennett doesn’t know what to do with himself and neither do I. Yes, I am excited about the weekend but the weekend doesn’t begin until 6-6:30pm when Mark gets home from work. At 9:00 in the morning that is a long way away! Add to that the rainy day and potential for more rain, snow, dark and gloomy weather and it’s a stinky Friday.
Now that I’ve been gloom and doom, Nathan and Bennett at the bus stop this morning. Mark took Libby to school for the Rise and Shine Breakfast so it was just Nathan getting on the bus.
(By the way, I understand that these things are trivial I am moaning and groaning about. I understand that there are prisoners of war and orphaned children in third world countries and my problems pale in comparison.)