We’ve officially arrived at the beginning of the end of the week. Whenever I get home from work on Wednesdays, I know that the Saturday’s fast approaching. Don’t you sometimes wish that everyday was Saturday? Or Friday night? I love Friday nights. And I recently discovered that getting a manicure on a Friday night is a terrific way to wind down and start the weekend.
Pretty soon I’ll be looking forward to Tuesdays. Because Tuesdays mean Mondays are over. I don’t think I’ll ever look forward to Mondays. Unless I retire and days of the week have no meaning anymore. Ah, that would be nice.
Chloe has a science vocabulary test tomorrow. I wonder how she feels about the days of the week? I know she likes Fridays – “by far” her favorite day. Chloe’s least favorite day is Monday – “Grammy is a big up on Mondays” but apparently Grammy’s presence is not enough to compensate. Almost enough, but not quite enough. It’s really just the school thing.
I haven’t had a chance to survey Sophie on the matter, but I don’t think she’d really understand the question. She distinguishes between weekends and school, but that’s the extent of it. And she’s a weekend girl, for sure!