It’s the end of our month. Like the end of any working week (month) the minutes are slow. Like Friday waiting for the sweet joy of Saturday’s. The day is looking long and I’m exhausted. I went to bed had six hours of uninterrupted sleep but somewhere along the way batteries they didn’t recharge. It’s like body has said enough’s enough come on…its Friday already..wheres our after work drinks..
It’s been a massive and fantastic month but today I’m dragging my feet. Its a school day; obviously, and seriously I would rather keep my child home from school today than make his lunch. You know that feeling? Everything is an effort. Everything. However on the upside my handsome husband may or may not be home tonight and unusually I haven’t been checking his frequent flyer account because well that would take too much effort to remember his account number and pin. And despite having it written down somewhere it would require some effort to get that book that it’s written down in.
Yet as I write this the idea and realisation that he will be home in a few short long hours I’m getting that butterfly feeling. Oooh now thoughts of what I may wear are creeping into my head. A smile to my dial as think of him. All my favourite men will be in the house at once even if for a few short days (my dad leaves Thursday). Yes the excitement as started..
Wait.
The mother in-law has just called. She is staying the night. What did I say about long days..I could have sworn the solstice only happened twice a year and surly it’s not 22 September already?
Ahh..where are those well earned Friday night drinks…oh how I do miss those.
Tell me my lovelies does your body know when its your Friday?
I hope that you are having a fantastic Monday,
xx Deb
PS Dress is from Anthropologie..no I don’t have it but its on my wish list..however it will remain on the wish list given the ridiculous cost of shipping..Anthropologie should you happen to stumble on this..it may or not be the reason it sold out..I would like to think it was due to this post so size 10 please. Thank you.
PS The boy did go to school with a jam sandwhich thrown in his lunch box..
