Friday.

Girls are getting ready for a weekend with dad... thank goodness - I am ready for a break... not that I don't love them - but, I've had them since October without a break. That's a long time. This weekend, Daddy can answer all the questions (and oh, there are many) tell all the stories, tie all the shoes, fix all the "crumpled" socks (anal retentive children), "straighten" all the covers, referee all the arguments, and zip all the sweaters and coats. He can make sure the tights match, the cupcakes are the same size, decide whose turn it is to choose the tv show, dress all the barbies, put back together all the pieces, get them to the next level on the Gameboy, and spread all the PB&J.

I think he's built up a few months of that... don't you?

And me?

Well.... I'll sleep later than seven every morning - fix breakfast for only myself and share it with no one, spread out in my bed and hog all the covers, read a complete chapter (even a sentence) of my latest book without being interrupted, buy myself Reese's cups - and not share them with anyone - see a movie with a rating more risque than PG.... I can meet my grown up friends late at night for coffee - stay up as late as I want too - go for long walks bymyself in the park....

... and then, by Sunday - I am sure to be miserable and ready for my two shadows to come home.....


Rach