Friday... where ya been all my life???

What is it about Fridays that I find soooo appealing? I cannot quite put my finger on it. I mean... I come home to dirty dishes... toys on the floor... laundry piles calling my name and kids that have mastered and I mean mastered the "I am hungry" whine. This is more observation than complaint, so please do not misinterpret my point. After all... this is the life I asked for... no... that I went out and made for myself. I really am not putting it down. I seriously just wonder what is the draw. I have a little more bounce as the day goes by.. and I am almost always eager to get the weekend started. Especially the ones where the slate is pretty clear... it can be anything I want it to be! (Now that is what I am talking about) I can take my time and go to bed whenever my grown up self says... I can put off until tomorrow... the work or the play... I get enough time to spend with the boys and some time for just me. I love weekends. The kids are already arguing... I think I will take my weekend up stairs to my little cave.