If I had a keen eye, I'd see it. If my ear was more in tune, I'd most certainly hear it.. If I had a discriminating palate, I'd taste it. If any of my senses were finer and wiser, I would feel it in my bones.
But that is not my fate. No matter how hard I try, how deep I look, it doesn't change. When I look at the days of the week, they all look the same to me.
Now I know that many of you get all giggly and excited when the weekend comes. But are those two little days THAT special? Really?
Not in my neck of the woods. I still clean, I still do laundry, and I most definitely still watch the kids. All while desperately trying to fit in all those projects and errands that didn't get done during the "work" week. I actually find myself biding my time, waiting patiently for Monday to roll around. At least then I get a couple of hours of quiet time while the kids are at school.
But that doesn't stop me. I still find myself with a little skip in my step come Friday. Every week, I still have hope that maybe, just maybe, this week will be different. Oh when will I ever learn? Instead, like clockwork, my bubble is burst by Sunday evening.
There are no gourmet dinners, not wild parties. Just another day in the life of a frazzled stay-at-home mom.
So as we head into the weekend, I hope you all have a great one. Sorry if I don't share in the excitement -- its all the same to me.
Your Friendly Curmudgeon,