Making It To Friday.

It is Friday.

I love Fridays. I look forward to them. They go by so quickly.

In my world (and most mother's I know) Friday means, we have survived another week. The weekend has come and that usually brings on at least a little bit of relaxation. A husband home to help. Take out dinner and a movie at home make the end of the work week a cozy night in. Fun plans with family or friends and regular chores and errands the rest of the weekend days, make it pass all too quickly.

Oh, we have survived.

A week of busyness.

School mornings and homework and quick dinners and evening activities.

And cleaning up all this. The dishes. The laundry. The bedrooms. The playroom.

Child spats of who did what to who.

And who left what where.

Loudness, excruciating loudness at times.

Surviving those days with no naps that slowly pass by.

And the days where the nap is too short or too late or just not enough time.

The sassy talk and the testing of limits. The pushing, oh the pushing of the buttons, they know so well.

And of course, the kisses on the hurts. The hugs so tightly. The new tricks learned that have made life just a tad easier.

We have survived the snack times and lunch times and outside times and play times.

And bedtimes.

When moments passed that we didn't think we'd make it one more hour without losing our cool (and our mind), we did.

You mothers know exactly what I'm talking about, don't you?

Another week behind us, we have survived.