Oh my, my. I can't remember the last time I have been looking forward to a Friday so much.
Hot date? Flying off to an exotic vacation? Staring in some interesting reality TV show you may wonder? No, nope, not any of these. I am just so, so, so, so, so pleased that the weekend is upon us, and that I don't have my darling daughters for a few days.
Yes, I know, that sounds so awful, and callous, and anti-maternal, and, well, truthful.
I love my girls. They are amazing. And exhausting; the ratio is just so bad when we're together. The 3:1 odds has me playing defense ALL THE TIME. This is to be expected. They all need things from their parent. Some of them more than others. But with the numbers as they are, there is rarely a time when someone doesn't need something from me. And yes, it's my job. I signed up for it. And I love it.
But this past week has been grueling. We spent last weekend at Disneyland for a dance competition (cue fake eyelashes and sequins and spinney-turny girls of all kinds squealing and cheering) and it was a lot of fun. But, yes, you guessed it, extremely tiring.( I would love to see Disney's attendance records for the weekend, because it was packed - in the park, at the pool, waking Downtown Disney, in the dance venue, etc. -- a sea of bodies -- big, small, fat, thin, crying, screaming, and laughing. All spending their money. That place is a money-making machine.)
But Fun. We will repeat that. Ok?
When we arrived back home from the Disney adventure on Monday mid-day, overtired, under-slept, cranky, and in need of showers and naps, all that we left behind was still waiting. There was still the rental that needed to be completely packed up by the next morning at 8 AM. Holymotherofgod. How the hell am I going to pull this off? (Of course I had a very good head start. I'm not completely stupid. But a lot of work remained.)
But I did pull it off. And the movers came. And the movers left. And now all of our combined 3:1 crap is in an amazing display of disarray at the new house.
It's exciting!! And overwhelming. And begs to be put away and organized and tidied up. But you know what? The ratio remains and I have a job. One that is supposedly full time. So, we've been digging through the stuffed garbage bags of clean(?) clothes, and sharing one brush, and eating take out. There has been no time in the chaos that we call the work week to get much done.
So, let me finally get back to my original point, THANK GOD IT'S FRIDAY!
Hope you're all as excited about it as me....