I'm pretty sure there are five Fridays in a week. Here is a sample of one of my internal conversations I had this week:
My Heart: Yay! It's Friday!
My Brain: Not it's not. It's Wednesday.
My Heart: Are you sure? I'm pretty sure it's Friday.
My Brain: Well, it's not.
My Heart: It sure feels like Friday. I feel excitement!
Brain: Look at the calendar. See! It's Wednesday.
Heart: What's the date today?
Brain: Look at the date on the phone (at work).
Heart: OK, so it says that it's the 5th. Did I forget to change my calendar to August? No, the 5th in July was a Sunday. Hmmm. It has to be Friday. I can't wait until I get to go home to my hubby and baby!
Brain: Well, you can be excited to go home to your family tonight, but then you have to wake up early and do a work day all over again tomorrow.
Heart: Are you really sure?
Brain: Yes!
(The next morning...)
Ugh, brain was right. Yesterday was only Wednesday.
(Later Thursday...)
Heart: Yay! It's Friday!
Brain: Sigh. Here we go again.
It's too bad I only get one Saturday and Sunday for every five Fridays.
10 years ago







2 comments:
I wait all week for Friday!!!
When it finally gets here I'm pooped.
Not too pooped to watch my favorite Grandbaby Brandon tho... (hint, hint)
Love you guys, Mom
I wish everyday was Friday - I don't work Fridays! Oh, that would be awesome! I have to request more pics of sweet baby Brandon! I bet he is growing so fast!
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