If you are a fan of Twitter and Facebook, like me you’ll be used to seeing the weekly posts and memes referring to “that Friday feeling”.
Examples include”walking out of the office like…(cue sassy image of Beyoncé doing the Crazy in Love walk)” or “can’t wait for drinks with <insert numerous names here>, a crazy night awaits.”
This was the Friday feeling of days gone by. That feeling of freedom, the sense of impending self-indulgence. Do I get that feeling now?
I. Wish. Like most mothers of young children, my Friday feeling is more tiredness than excitement.
I’m still woken up at 630am, getting kids ready and try to sort various chores whilst entertaining the Energizer bunny, sorry, Boy2, inbetween school runs and swimming lessons. I actually get home around the same time as a normal working day.
Gone are the days when Friday would mean a drink after work with colleagues. Then home to get glammed up, while listening to music and enjoying a few more drinks. Then out until who knows when! Saturday would mean a lie in, full English, strong coffee, newspapers and shopping for clothes for my next night out.
Nowadays the most excitement I get is when the buzzer goes on the oven, signalling the fish fingers are ready.
My Friday feeling arrives when my children are in bed, I’ve gotten through at least two loads of washing, consumed way too much Chinese take away and cracked open a bottle of red. Only to be woken at 630 am on Saturday, to start over again with football, tennis, birthday parties etc. Not quite the same.
Times have changed and so have I. As much as I might miss those free spirited , self indulgent days, I must embrace my new Friday feeling, which I actually quite like. Well until 1130. That’s my bed time!