By Friday afternoons, I am exhausted. On the ride home from work after a weekly meeting, my body realizes how tired the week has made it. Early mornings, duties, meetings, classes, sons' stories, sons' battles, dinners, housework, and late nights add up to one tired Mama. Thank goodness my husband is wonderful and pulls more than his fair share with most of the list above.
Yesterday afternoon, B and I stumbled through the door with my many bags. G was at Grammy's for the weekend, and Josh was over there visiting. B headed for his XBox and I headed for jammies with plans for a large glass of chocolate wine from my favorite mother-in-law.
This is what I found on the sink in my bathroom:
I love Fridays and thoughtful Four-Year-Olds.