I love Wednesdays.
Wednesday is my favorite day of the week. Fridays are pretty cool, too. And Saturday is usually fun. Sunday ranks pretty high, being the Lordâ€™s Day, but Wednesday is definitely my favorite day of the week.
On Wednesday I don my inner Ya-Ya persona with the ladies as our petite ya-yas flitter about from slide to pool to trampoline. I live for this day. I sleep in, I make pancakes, we eat leftovers for dinner, because on Wednesday mamma takes the day off!
I am a firm believer that everyone needs at least one friend. I had one friend for over ten years and sheâ€™s great. Really. She is still a very dear friend. But Iâ€™ve recently come to realize the benefits of a plurality of friends. A symphony, if you will, of girls who know me deeply. Girls who reassure me that Iâ€™m not a bad mother because I take Zoloft; who routinely offer me margaritas; who make me laugh until I pee; who love my kids so much theyâ€™re not afraid to open The Can when one gets out of line.
I find that any inclination I may have had on Tuesday to accidentally leave my children in the McDonaldâ€™s play land seems to dissipate on Thursday because of Wednesdays.
If you are reading this and you are having a bad day, turn off the computer and call a friend.