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Mar 06

Fridays are my day

Seriously – they’re freaking awesome. I adore them. I get up bright and early, ship Jess and Marc out the door – and then… I have six hours or so of just glorious nothingness. Sam and I hang out – we talk, we eat, we read, we nap, we watch West Wing Marathons – it’s so delightful and fun and peaceful. I don’t clean, I don’t put on real clothes, I just hang out. We baked challah today and then I tickled him for a long time – he’s got the best little giggle. I just finished a hot cup of coffee, braided my bread, and am at total peace with myself and the world. Sam took a three hour nap on my lap and I got to just sit there with him, all snuggled up, didn’t have to move, and it was one of the best afternoons of my life.

The rest of my week is so busy and harried, I’ve got other kids to watch, a house to clean, dinners to cook, dishes to watch, and I’m always doing something, which is great, I love my life. But Fridays – Fridays are the one day when it’s just about me. Well, and Sam, but he still takes that glorious long nap in the middle of the day, and on Fridays, I get to sit right there, and he snuggles up next to me and dozes the afternoon away.

We’re Jewish – so we observe Shabbat on Saturday. But Saturdays are hectic and stressed, I’ve always got at least my four and sometimes more, I’ve got to get everyone dressed for services, rush to get Lilli to dance, Marc always wants to take a nap, the house is a mess… but Fridays – those are my days that I celebrate life. I can relax, enjoy where I am and what I’m doing with my life. I bake challah, I make a nice dinner for everyone, and am so content with my life. I love Fridays.

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