Laundry is spilling out of the dirty basket and there's dirty socks on the floor. The clean stuff is hanging in the bathroom, another basket has long since been forgotten by my bed, and clothes also fill the drying rack in the laundry room. Jake had to dig out some old jeans to wear today because nothing was either clean or dry.
That's okay. It's Friday.
Jake's room looks as though a tornado hit it. Various experiments crowd the windowsills, and there's stacks of books beside his bed so high you can't get near it. Lego and toys crowd the floor while he sits in a mound of blankets and reads.
My dishwasher has a piece of plastic rattling around inside it from a broken pasta server thing, the sink has a pile of dishes in it, and there's probably crumbs all over the counter. There's always crumbs on the counter. We have little crumb fairies that run around and throw crumbs all over.
Especially on Friday.
Jake's backpack sits by the door, with his agenda probably stuffed with notes from his teacher, homework, and notices about field trips, end of the year trips, requests for pictures for the end of grade 7 ceremonies and whining to please buy him more pens because he dismantled all he had. His shoes, which we just discovered are full of holes, are leaking dirt all over the entry way.
Even he knows it's Friday.
There's not much in the fridge. Sure, we have milk and bread and all the basics for breakfast tomorrow but the cereal is low, there is barely anything to make a decent meal with, and we're almost out of toothpaste. I think we have toilet paper. Maybe.
I just realized that I didn't take back our gazillion library books, nor renew them, because I spent an hour in the ER after work today. By the way, I learned that in ER-speak, "SOB" means "Short of Breath", and that Asprin is good for chest wall pain. Or at least that's what they tell me.
I'm so glad it's Friday.
It's an evening where I forget the mess; the laundry, the dishes, the stuff to do, and sit on the couch eating a cookie while I watch really awful TV with my husband. Mostly because I'm just too darn tired, but absolutely grateful that the week is over, to even think of dealing with all that stuff.
Besides, that's what Saturday is for.
Because right now.....it's Friday.