So I was at the market picking up the Friday night provisions, as typical. The woman behind me, whom was old enough to have raised some children of her own and now was possibly on to some grand kidos, says to me, "now that is my kind of Friday night." I proceeded to tell her who exactly will be enjoying what; we shared a laugh. Here were the provisions...
A 6'er of IPA for the husband, some delicious red for mom, a bite of something yummy for children, and ranch for the pizza (because that's how we roll).
I smiled to myself, on my way home, because I realized that I try and make a fancy meal, on Friday nights, to celebrate the simple fact that we made it through another week.
Mostly for the Mr. and me. Cheers to us...
We managed to work 72 hours total bringing home a modest salary. We committed to standing on our feet after work for several hours doing chores such as; cooking, cleaning, packing lunches, supervising homework, supervising showers, laundry and more laundry, etc. We worked hard to get two children to school, dance and baseball; which can be much harder than it sounds. This week we were able to teach Noah the value of hanging in there and not quitting and Gabrielle finally realized the joy of reading
Despite the utter exhaustion we both feel daily the Mr. and I are able to accept our role in this life and be perfectly content; especially on Friday nights!
Pizza is on the menu.
This week, like most weeks, was VERY FULL....
Now that is an admirable work ethic!
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