Here’s to a fantastic weekend! The week has flown by and I am oh-so-ready for a couple of days of debauchery and indulgence. In my house, however, that roughly translates to “sleeping in while Jeremy gets Jack his oatmeal and milk and Avery her Peanut Butter Crunch and water with ice in it.” I know, it blows the mind.
Fridays have always been a favorite of mine, stemming back from my days of employment. There is such a sense of freedom as the end-of-the-week approaches and it’s not a feeling I’ve lost since becoming stay-at-home mom extraordinaire (okay, I added that part to my title but feel it’s entirely appropriate, and somehow the italics lend a sense of importance so I will be using them henceforth.)
The weekends in this household have lately consisted of Saturday morning basketball games wherein my 8 year-old daughter runs somewhat aimlessly from one end of the court to the other, guarding her opponent with an apology and a smile. She has not yet made her first basket and tomorrow marks the last game of the season. She will be trying her darndest to sink that ball and I will be sitting on the sidelines watching from behind my hands, praying for each moment to be her chance. And if and when she makes that basket, I have already anticipated the waterworks that will inevitably flow from my heightened-emotional self. But, in the event she ends this season without making her mark, I will still be very proud of my girl for trying her hardest and all the while doing it with a smile upon her sweet little face.
I hope your weekend is full of fun, friends and maybe a teensy bit of debauchery. I leave you with this quote:
Give a man a fish and he has food for a day; teach him how to fish and you can get rid of him for the entire weekend. ~Zenna Scha