I am just getting my week started and here it is, already Friday. It came as a quite a shock yesterday when I was talking to my sister-in-law on the phone about taking a day trip up to see her. They live two and half hours from us. They are moving on Saturday (which is also tommorow), back to ID.
I mentioned that we girls were going to come up someday this week and help her pack.
When she dropped the bomb on me," uhhh…Chelle, tommorow is Friday and we are leaving early Sat. morning."
I was stunned…"okay…(processing)…yeah." This is the most Tuesday feeling Friday I have ever had, not that that makes any sense.
I am currently pretending that a normal work week only lasted three days…now,I really wouldn’t mind getting used to that.
So it’s off to finish folding the pile of laundry, that looks more like a small ocean, left over from our trip to ID.
We are out on a quilt in the back yard. Annabelle and I are firm believers in folding our clothes strictly in the sunshine of these very Tuesdayish Friday mornings. Well okay, I am the only one folding them. Anniebelles is too busy playing with her new orange hippo toy that dings ( you see, it has a tiny bell for it’s heart) to be of much help with the laundry.
What kind of a Friday are you having?