I used to love Friday. It was my favorite day: the one I looked forward to all week long. Now, it’s one of my busiest days. There is no joy in Friday anymore. No relief.
Friday is my new Monday.
I blame Middle School. Their late-start Friday throws a wrench in my morning schedule. If I’m being honest, I also blame Kindergarten, because Friday is their early-out day. When you add them together, my day looks something like this:
6:30 AM– Wake up
6:50 AM– Roll out of bed
7:15 AM– Family scripture study
7:35 AM– Make breakfast
7:40 AM– Nurse Sam
8:00 AM– Kendra to choir
8:10 AM– Still nursing Sam
8:40 AM– Hannah and Anthony to school
9:10 AM– Alex to school
9:25 AM– Empty/reload dishwasher, start new laundry, fold old laundry
Prepare crock pot ingredients for dinner
Marvel that Sam is still sleeping
Online Christmas shopping
Check E-mail, Facebook and Pinterest
10:10 AM– Sam is awake! Feed him cereal.
10:20 AM– Clean spit-out cereal from baby face and hands, self, high chair and floor
10:30 AM– Change laundry
10:50 AM– Kindergarten pick-up
11:10 AM– Nurse Sam
11:45 AM– (Still nursing Sam)
NOON– Sam is screaming in the bedroom. (One of us doesn’t like to nap.)
12:15 PM– Get Sam
1:00 PM– Nurse Sam
2:00 PM– Walk past the crock pot and realize I FORGOT TO TURN IT ON
Panic, and re-think dinner.
Turn crock pot to HIGH.
2:10 PM– Kendra and Hannah home
2:20 PM– Blog
2:50 PM– Late for Middle School pick-up (OOPS!)
On Fridays, I make six school trips in seven hours. It hardly seems worth the effort to send them to school. While I doubt they’d protest one less school day each week, that solution just isn’t practical. Do you think they’d skip dinner each Friday, and agree to a 4:00 PM bedtime?
That’s what I suspected.
Is it Monday yet?