Fridays

I know that out in the "working world" Fridays are the days everyone looks forward to. But here, at home, all day everyday, not so much. By Fridays, my ever thinning patience level is more than completely used up. By Friday, all I want is 15 minutes of peace and quiet alone time. By Friday I am tired of trying to amuse my children and just want them to be able to amuse themselves without killing each other (or sounding like that's what's happening).

This Friday is really no exception. Except that last night DS was not feeling so good, so DH and I were up late waiting to see if he would be okay. We stayed up much later than usual. So, when DD arrived at her usual time (sometime between 6 and 6:30am), I was not very gracious to her. The Ddog (here "D" does NOT stand for "dear") needed to be walked as soon as I rolled over. And she let the world know it. DD wanted breakfast from the moment she realized I was awake. I'm worn out and it's just now 7:30.

DS is still sleeping, hopefully he will wake up in a good mood. Cause we have plans to go to Hershey this morning and that sounds like a lot of fun.

On a happier note, dear friends of ours are headed to the hospital this morning to birth their third child. Waiting, oh so patiently (HA!), for the phone call that all went well.