I always look forward to Fridays. It means the end of a work week and it means there's more family time coming over the next couple of days.
First up, again, was two loads of laundry. It's a habit, really. For me, it's much easier to do a load or two every day rather than have an entire day devoted to sorting, washing, drying, folding, and putting away. I prefer to pace myself.
Dinner at 5:30 and out the door at 6:15 to an appointment for family pictures. The good news: we were taking pictures outside at a local park. The bad news: we were taking pictures outside at a local park.
The green grass and blue skies with natural sunlight make for awesome pictures. The woods and the dirt and the playground make for restless boys. I win some; I lose some.
Because the boys handled them selves with relative self-control and obedience, we treated them to ice cream afterward. Grady Lee then asks, "But you shouldn't get any ice cream, Mom, cause you yelled at me when I wasn't smiling." Ouch. I'm not sure I yelled, but there were a few of the classic, "You had better smile or else..." statements said through clenched teeth because I was trying to simultaneously smile. Genuine, I know.
Now it's 9:00. Kids are in bed and Grady and I are settling in for a movie.
And I'm done documenting my week. Monday through Friday has been more than enough play-by-play in my family life. More than enough. Way more than enough.