May 30 2008
TGIF — Does It Mean Anything Anymore?
I used to love Fridays. It meant Friday night was here. That meant going out. Dates. Lots of dates. Spending time with friends. Movies. Oh, yes, Friday was for movies. And martinis. Movies and martinis. It was a glorious evening that started a weekend of sleeping in until 10 a.m. (or later sometimes!), naps and just being lazy. Weekends were for reading, going to the beach, sleeping and going out. Did I mention movies and martinis?
Now, Fridays mean crash day; the night the weekend is here. But I’m too tired to do much. If we do decide to go out it means shelling out at least $50 extra dollars for a sitter. What happened to TGIF?
However nostalgic I am for my traditional happy hour Friday’s, don’t mistake that for lack of love for being a mom. It’s just different. Now I just have to get creative with how I’m going to get out for some fun. Maybe it’s a martini in the backyard after work and a DVD that I’ve been dying to see. Yeah, that sounds good.
Oh yes…. And I’m sure you realize this isn’t specific just to mothers. Seems like there’s very little time to relax and enjoy a “night out.”