Unlike Violet, the Dowager Countess of Grantham, I KNOW what a weekend is.
Sometimes the work week can be so long, that Friday afternoon quitting-time whistle is the only light at the end of the tunnel. Sure, in my case, I know this typically means chores and laundry and ironing and housework and errands and grocery shopping and work that I need to do from home simply to get ready for the week to come.
But it also means sleeping in and watching tv and reading and catching up with friends and cuddling with the husband and the kids. Two days (sometimes three). Uninterrupted. Me time.
And on this Friday afternoon, after a long week, that's what I am thankful for. The weekend.
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