Fridaze

There was once a wonderful time when Friday meant that the end of the week has arrived and there are two glorious sleep in days waiting for me.
There was no such thing as “breakfast” because I was a gal who brunched!
Saturday’s were meant for shopping and making plans for the evening.
Sunday was the day I nursed my enormous hangover.
Now Friday means nothing as it has been officially grouped in with Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, etc.
I get to wake up early, not eat until everybody else eats and have absolutely no time to rest.
Press repeat for Saturday and Sunday.
Oh the joys of mommy hood!

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