It was a busy week! A couple of evening activities this week for both my husband and me meant busy evenings, too. As a kid, I remember Friday nights being the night I wanted to go do something with my family. It was a night to celebrate the start of the weekend. My parents were generous, and most Friday nights we went out to eat.
I still want to go out to eat on Friday nights, but I am much less anxious to go do something on the night of the end of the work week. By most Friday evenings I am absolutely exhausted. Tonight was no exception, as I fell asleep on the couch by 8:30, waking just in time to write this blog. Looking back, I realize my parents must have felt the same way on those Friday nights when I was a kid.
I remember the same thing with my parents. We always had pizza on Fridays, which looking back, makes a lot of sense for two teachers with two kids! I feel guilty now about all the times I woke them up early on Saturdays, now that I know how it feels!!
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