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And it is Friday...

You know, I just don't understand the whole TGIF thing. I mean really...what is sooooo great about Fridays? Fridays are the worst day of the week in my book. But, then Friday is the only day that I work a full eight hours. And, its the only day of the week that my kids have to go to a babysitter. Normally, I work from 8am to 12pm. Nice, huh? Monday through Thursday...I work just enough to get me out of the house and away from the mean kids. I get home just as Emma is going down for her nap. I have time to eat my lunch in peace without her clinging to my legs screaming "CRACKU!" No, just because she acts like a 13 year old girl with her first case of PMS and screams cracku day and night, my 18 month old daughter is not, in fact, addicted to crack. This is just her sweet little way of demanding crackers, a.k.a. anything that looks remotely tasty. She does not discrimate against food, no sir, if its chewable she'll chew it. And, if you tell her not to chew it, well, not to brag or anything, but for an 18 month old she really is very articulate. You say "Oh, no, sweetie! Don't put that toothbrush you were just dipping in the toilet that Elijah forgot to flush in your mouth! Acky!" And she will articulate right back at you...usually in the form of a shriek or snarl and the word DON'T! or MINE! thrown in for good measure. So, as you can see, her nap times are a very happy time of the day for all. So, I get to eat my lunch in peace while chatting with Chaddy, long for Chad, short for Chadwick...yes, he does prefer to be called Chad, but really...I'm the one saying the name all the time, shouldn't it be the name of my choosing? Besides, all the girls at work think its cute that he lets me call him Chaddy. Pretty much thats what everyone calls him now. Poor guy. And, after I chat with Chaddy for a bit, he's off to work. Yes, we do have a great marriage, quite honestly due to our crazy work/stay home with the kids routine. I leave at 8am, he wakes up at 8am. I get home around 12pm if I don't have something to do that is best left for times sans kids. He leaves for work at 1:15. I go to bed around 10pm, he gets home from work at 10:30pm or 12:30am depending on how broke we are that week. So, basically we get 3 hours together throughout the work week. The weekends are our time to catch up and love each other though, and really it works for us. Yes, I do miss him throughout the week, but really, its quite nice not having to share the remote control or watch him play playstation, yes playstation. Does every grown man own a playstation? Or is it just my grown man? I don't get it. And, yay for me! the playstation 3 will soon be out! I just can't wait! Really. I. Can. Not. Wait. Who cares that this video game console costs more than, well...more than ALOT of other things I can think of to spend that money on. And, who cares that "we have to get an hdtv before it comes out, otherwise we're just wasting our money buying it." (And, yes, obviously I tried saying then lets just not get either...didn't work.) So, yea, our schedule really will be nice after the stupid, frickin' playstation 3 comes out. So, after I am done chatting with, we don't tape it and then send it off to NBC or ABC to use as a talk show, the phrase "chatting with Chaddy" just sounds like a talk show, it really isn't though...anyway, after he leaves for work I get to hang out with Elijah, my 6 year old darling darling lovey boy. I know...all you moms of boys are thinking darling...boy? Isn't that an oxymoron? Oh, haven't met Elijah. This is the child who can not respond to I love you with a simple I love you too. No, its the I love you more game always. And, when you do anything remotely nice for this child, do you get a thank you? Yes, you do. Followed by "You are the worlds greatest mom!! You're better than the best mom ever!" And, while it does sound quite cheesy when I type it...he means every sweet word of it. One day when he was probably 3 or 4 years old I told him how happy I was that God sent him to be my baby. He told me that God didn't just send him...he picked me and Dad out. When I asked what he meant he explained that when he was a little baby up in heaven waiting to be born he saw me and Chad and just knew that we would be great parents so he asked Jesus to make us his parents. Told ya he was darling! So, thats how I start my afternoons off...nice and relaxing and then I get to clean the house up, make dinner, play with the kids, run errands, visit friends and family, go for walks to the park, play in the dirt, and surf the net. Not so on Fridays. On Fridays I work. All. Day. Long. And by the time I get home from picking the kids up its nearly 6pm and I have to get dinner ready and then put 'em to bed. So, there you go...Fridays suck! TGIFNBTMIIAS! (Thank God Its Friday Night Because That Means It Is Almost Saturday!) Duuuh!


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