I seriously love Fridays. Homework for 3 kids is akin to Chinese Water Torture. You can only take so much whining, correcting, pencil sharpening, bathroom-breaking, snack eating, paper strewing, time wasting, doodle drawing, stinky feet smelling before they.break.you.
But on Fridays we play!! I get to be "nice, fun mom." Snacks for everyone! Sometimes Fridays look like this:
Runway Show in Mom's clothes (and face painting for the baby brother)
Secret You-Have-No-Idea-What-We're-Doing-Behind-Closed-Doors things
Barbie dolls and dance parties
Cars, dinosaurs, legos, Superheroes. . .
It's all good. . . as long as it's not the day my house cleaners come. That Friday my house is not the fun house and *definitely* not the snack house.
Today was a relatively quiet Friday. Karen drives the kids home in the afternoon and the last few Fridays the kids have all just stayed and played while Karen and I catch up. Nate disappeared to a neighbor's. The girls all played in their rooms. Luke floated in and out. Sometimes in underwear, sometimes not. Karen and her kids left around 5:30. Ellie got picked up for her party.
Life is good.