Today was Friday which meant everyone I run into at work has something to say about the weekend. Between the wishes for a good weekend and questions about big plans, every Friday ends with the same feeling of dread for me namely the fear of not knowing how I'm going to get the grass cut, clean the house, and keep two kids entertained for 2 days.
What none of those weekend well wishers know on Friday is that I fear Saturday and Sunday. If it is raining and we can't go to the pool, are we going to be able to find coupons to take the kids bowling? If we don't go bowling should we go to the mall and let them play in the play area or head to Chuck E. Cheese? And when the hell are we going to squeeze in church? Please don't get me wrong, I love spending time with my kids but they are both at the age where they must be entertained otherwise some chemical in their brain is released that causes them to say "daddy" every 2 minutes. Daddy, I'm hungry. Daddy, can we have ice cream. Daddy, I want to play computer. Daddy, daddy, daddy.
So hate to tell you this Loverboy but you got it all wrong. Maybe everybody else is working for the weekend but not me. I'm working for Monday and there's only 2 more days to go.
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