It’s amazing how different Friday’s are as an adult.

I remember when I lived at home still, looking forward to the weekends so I could watch movies and read books.

Then when I was in university, Friday was a night to go out with friends, hit up a bar or a house party, or in the worst case scenario,

a night to study for a Saturday morning exam.

And then the working world called.

Friday would often run into Saturday at work, or if I was lucky, be spent sleeping off a 36 hour or longer shift after I hauled myself home.

And then I had children.

Friday now means the end of a long work week.

It means a dinner with my family and popcorn in front of the tv.

No matter that it’s still cold outside, or that I’ll likely be asleep before nine, Friday is still the most looked forward to day of the week.

But this time, it’s because I’m home