Friday's Song

Apparently I will continue to wake up before the sun because of some dawn-challenged bird that sounds like the squeaking, rusting wheel of a tricycle.

I groan out of bed to face the usual tedium of the day... but wait, it's Friday! I'm filled with extra energy.
Lunches: three regular sandwiches (2 cut into squares) and one special order--which is insane since I have found past special-ordered lunches in the bushes outside and in the laundry room trash can.
2 kids will have cheese in their lunch boxes, 2 will not. They will all get fruit, but some have bigger portions than others. No reason to bid a sad farewell to the crackers since they will be coming back in the door after school.

The 8 year-old starts practicing his trumpet. His self-set practice schedule is as follows: Any hour.
I'm really beginning to hate the Cancan.

I start the load of laundry that I meant to start last night-before I discovered Man U was on the telly. I just want to watch them lose. It rarely happens.

I push the washer's start button. Grind, grind, grind, begins the drum. Sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle comes the energy saving 10 oz of water (I keed), "Hey Mom, is my rugby kit ready yet?"

"Wha...? You don't have rugby on Friday."


"Yes I do."

Well cuss. Brilliant me thought I was Mom-of-the-Year by dumping out his PE bag Wednesday night to wash the cussing thing.

I point at the washer that has just begin to slosh muddy water up on the door...

His frowny face is reflecting mine...

"Can't you wear your brother's kit?"

I know it's pointless. How can two boys only 18 months apart be so greatly different in size?

Trumpet Player wanders into the conversation sporting shirt, socks and underpants. "I have no trousers".

"Seriously?!"

So my leisure Friday was spent pushing a wash cycle to finish in half the time, swearing at a dryer that kept kicking itself off rather than tumbling said Rugby kit dry, hand washing trousers and staring at a clock ticking away precious alone time.

There might have been a woman in a large people mover going a little fast into town... she may have looked a little perturbed that there were NO parking spots to be had at the school, but rest assured Karma bit her in the backside for parking on a double yellow line. The ding in the door from opening it into a concrete pylon will forever remind her of this glorious day...

Anyhoo, Happy Weekend everybody, it's Friday! Can't stay grumpy when faced with a weekend of lying in...

Wait, do birds take Saturdays off?