one of those Fridays...

I'm having one of those Fridays.

The kind where even though work is going well and I'm accomplishing a lot, I want to come home early. Because I miss my boys.

The kind where I don't even want to THINK about the laundry or the vacuuming or getting my house Sunday ready. Instead, I want to go see a movie with my Man. But it's also the kind where I don't want to have to try to find a sitter. I just want one to magically appear at my doorstep and tell me how much they have been DYING to play with the Fish for a few hours, and would I please, please get lost so that they could enjoy his awesome personality and tremendous cuteness without me for a while?

The kind where I don't want to bake bread, or make lunch. I want Cafe Rio takeout.

The kind where I don't want to work on the various projects I SHOULD be working on, but instead want to curl up with a good book on my bed under the green afghan my grand mere made me with the window open.

The kind where I don't want to think about how I still need to make a dozen phone calls for my calling. Instead, I want my cellphone to be accidentally crushed by a runaway bulldozer. Beyond repair, people. Sorry.

The kind where I don't want Bill to go and work his design magic at the newspaper. Instead, I want him to stay home ALL DAY and just kiss me. And take me to a movie. And bring me Cafe Rio. (what Great Depression?)

It's one of those Fridays.

Ever had one?